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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months

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just a good brother

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warnings: 18+ only! smut, stepbro!rafe, stepcest, dubcon/noncon, drugging, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, somnophilia, manipulation? i guess, reader is sick with like a cold or somethin

“what's wrong kid?” rafe asks, running a hand over your hair, pushing it out of your face as you keep your cheek pressed against the arm of the couch.

“sick.” you mutter, keeping your arms wrapped around your stomach, as if that could somehow make you feel better.

rafe frowns. he hates seeing you feeling down, and it's his responsibility as your step brother to make sure you are taken care of.

“what can i do for you?” rafe asks, his voice unbelievably soft. he kneels down in front of the couch so he can look you in the eye, scanning over your face, looking tired with a sheen of sweat over your skin. “did you take some medicine?”

“i did, and i still feel like crap.” you groan.

“want me to make you some soup?” rafe questions. he doesn't really know what to do to make you feel better, so he's resulting to movie stereotypes. he figures it's better than doing nothing. “or some cuddles?”

“ill take some cuddles.” you say. you really do think rafes arms wrapped around you would make you feel better. it's not weird after all, he's your step brother.

rafe nods, and you pick yourself up briefly to scooch to make room for rafe on the couch. he joins you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, letting you move to rest your cheek against his chest.

“i got ya, sis.” rafe says, rubbing his hand over your back in long comforting strokes.

“thanks rafey.” you sigh, eyes closing. your headache has subsided a little from the medicine, causing you to relax enough to fall into a light sleep.

you are awoken by sarah bounding out the door, shouting something about john b.

“shh, it's okay.” rafe says when you whine, but you need to stretch your tired muscles anyways, shaking out the one arm that got trapped and fell asleep during your short nap.

“ugh, i just feel gross.” you groan, burying your face in your hands.

“would a bath help maybe?” rafe questions.

“actually yeah.” you hum, thinking about being submerged in the warm water. you think you even have some epsom salt you could add to draw out some of the toxins.

“let me help you then.” rafe says. he stands up, only to swoop down and bring you into his arms, walking with ease as he heads towards the stairs. you would complain that you can walk yourself, but you're honestly not sure if you can, do you wrap your arms around rafes shoulders and let him take you all the way to his bathroom. you don't mention that your own bathroom has a jacuzzi tub as well.

“are you good to sit right here?” rafe asks as he places you on the counter.

“yeah.” you nod, leaning your head back against the mirror, watching as rafe turns the hot water on to fill up the bath before coming back over to you

“want me to help you get undressed?” rafe questions.

“wouldn't that be weird?” you raise an eyebrow. “you seeing me naked?”

“not at all. im your step brother, and im just helping you because you're sick.” rafe says, and you're not sure if it's the sickness, or the foggy mind from the medicine that makes you nod your head yes, accepting his help.

rafe assists you in standing, his hands firm in yours as you slide off the sink counter, the tub filling with water drowning out the sound of rustling clothes as rafe takes your shirt, dragging it over your head. he skips over your bra and moves to your shorts next, kneeling as he slides them down your legs. he also carefully takes your socks off before tugging at your underwear. you cringe when they stick to the slickness between your thighs, but rafe doesn't mention anything.

he stands slowly, his eyes taking in between your thighs, wondering what you, his precious little step sister, would look like with your legs spread wide open, cunt on display for him.

rafe stands in front of you while he reaches behind your back, unclipping your bra. the fever that has taken over your body is replaced with shivers as your breasts are exposed to the cool air, your nipples instantly hardening.

rafe looks down with a smirk, and you want to cover yourself, hide your shame away, but before you can move, he turns his head and looks at the bath.

“it's full.” he hums, moving to shut the water off before turning to you, beckoning you forward with his hand. you take hold, letting him bear part of your weight as you step in, the water being just on the verge of too hot.

you let out a low moan when you step the other foot in, already feeling better.

“go ahead, baby. all the way in.” rafe says, using a nickname for you that you haven't heard before. you slide down into the bath, glad that it can easily submerge your whole body as rafe drags a stool next to the lip of the tub, taking a seat next to you.

“gotta keep an eye on you just in case.” rafe says, again reaching to stroke your hair back.

“you're such a good big brother.” you tell him honestly. you feel so lucky that your mom married ward, that she brought you into this family, to rafe.

“always gonna take care of you.” rafe says, as a promise.

you lean forward, not sure what your intentions are as you pucker your lips, pressing them against his hand that rests on his knee.

“come here.” rafe coos, knowing you need this, need to show him some kind of affection as thanks, and how much you like physical touch. rafe cups your jaw, tilting your face up as he brings his own head down, letting you press kisses over his cheeks.

rafe goes to connect your lips, but you gasp and pull away.

“it's okay for siblings to kiss each other.” rafe says with a frown.

“but i don't want to get you sick.” you complain, even though you desperately want to smash your lips against his. you don't dwell too long on the thought or what it could mean.

rafe sighs, but nods, letting go of your face and letting you lean back against the tub. your eyes close as the water relaxes you.

rafe sits there quietly, but the silence isn't uncomfortable.

“baby, are you good here for a minute? gonna get you some medicine.”

“yeah.” you sit up slightly, eyes opening as you watch rafe leave the bathroom. the water in the tub has grown lukewarm at this point, so when rafe returns with a plastic cup filled with some sort of medicine, you tell him you want to get out.

“here, drink this then i will help you dry off.” rafe says when he has you wrapped in the fluffiest towel.

you accept the cup, swirling the purple liquid before shrugging and drinking it down in one gulp, surprised by the sugary sweet taste.

“good girl.” rafe says, making a surprising flood of wetness rush to your core.

he leads you out of the attached bathroom into his bedroom, guiding you to sit down on the bed. he takes a second towel and carefully dries your hair, squeezing strands free of water before running his fingers through, making sure your hair remains untangled.

rafe then moves to your arms, not letting you do any work yourself as he guides the towel up and down your arms until they're completely dry.

“why don't you lay back?” rafe questions, and you nod, wanting to lay down anyways as the new medicine makes your limbs feel sluggish. you guess that there was some kind of sleep aid in the medicine as well, but it could also be the effects of the sickness hitting you again.

you let rafe take your towel away before you lay back on the bed, on top of his comforter as he pats your stomach until it's dry. your eyes flutter closed when he moves upwards, able to feel his hands through the fabric of the towel as he dries your chest, seeming to pay special attention to your nipples.

“rafe, i-” you begin, wanting to apologize for how hard your nipples have pebbled but he just shakes his head.

“you don't need to explain, sis.” rafe simply says. “it's natural.”

“okay.” you whisper. you're really not sure, and rafe is your big brother after all, so he has no reason to lie to you. rafe moves lower yet again, bypassing your stomach and privates as he wipes dry your feet, lower legs, and then your thighs.

“spread your legs for me.” rafe commands. he says it so casually you almost do it before you realize that your sloppy cunt would be revealed to him.

you sit up, moving your elbows so you can look at rafe, staring expectantly at you.

“rafe, i don't know-”

“we are siblings.” he cuts you off again. “it's okay.”

you lay back, closing your eyes, not wanting to see rafes reaction when you spread your legs, revealing your wetness. you miss rafes smirk as he covers his hand with the towel, making sure to move very gently as he works it between your legs, stroking the fabric over your cunt.

you let out a low moan when your clit is bumped, causing a whole new flood of wetness.

“i can't seem to get this spot dry…” rafe says, tossing the towel onto the bed, needing to feel your bare skin. he strokes over your folds, not doing anything more than touching around your cunt until he can't take it anymore, letting his finger swipe through your wetness.

“rafe, stop.” you pout, eyes now clenched tightly closed.

“it's okay.” rafe just hums in response, too transfixed on your pretty pussy to take your plea into account, especially when you spread your legs wider, giving him more access.

rafe smiles as his finger pushes further against your skin, now rubbing through your wetness, spreading it around your cunt. he moves his singular digit up to your clit, moving in circles around it teasingly until he presses his fingertip down directly over your clit, making your back arch as you let out a moan.

“how do you feel now?” rafe questions as his finger continues to massage your clit.

you assess your body, and you're not sure if it's from the medicine or from rafes attention on your pussy, but he only feeling you can focus on is coming from his fingertip, instead of your hurting stomach.

“really good.” you whisper. you should be concerned about what you're doing right now, but you're so glad to be alleviated from feeling sick that you can't bring yourself to care about rafe stroking over your clit.

“want me to keep making you feel good?” rafe questions.

you nod before you can hesitate. rafe climbs onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs. you blink your eyes open when his hands rub over your inner thighs.

“it's okay.” rafe assures you again. “just a brother taking care of his sick sister.”

“okay.” you whisper. “it's okay.”

rafe smiles before diving in, burying his mouth in your cunt. he possessively licks over your pussy, like he's been waiting since your mom married his dad two years ago to get a taste of you.

he sucks your clit into his mouth, bringing his fingers to your entrance. he pushes a singular digit in, glad when you stay relaxed, allowing him to pump his finger into you. he's sure it's a combination of the exhaustion of your sickness as well as the medicine he gave you.

rafe switches between flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it while his finger works you open. he can quickly add a second due to your pliability and wetness.

“rafe, i feel something-” you gasp, his fingers moving faster.

“you're gonna cum for me?” he questions. he knows you're not the most innocent, he's seen you making out quite intensely with your ex boyfriend, but he also knows that you're still a virgin. you claim you want to wait until marriage.

“i-i don't know. i think so.” you whine, hips undulating.

“it's okay, relax for me baby and cum.” rafe says, his tongue taking in your taste again, licking long stripes through your cunt, making sure to flick over your clit with every movement.

you let out a mix between a whine and a moan as his tongue and fingers becomes too much, pulling the orgasm out of you as you cum, your high pushing through your body as your legs tighten around rafes head.

rafe gently kisses your cunt through the orgasm until your thighs loosen and your eyes fall closed.

“im tired.” you whisper, not sure what rafe is doing when you feel him get off the bed, and rustle around. you don't open your eyes until he's back on the bed between your legs.

“rafe!” you shout when you realize he is kneeling between your legs, now completely naked, his cock hard and jutting away from his body, one hand at the base, slightly stroking as he looks down on your naked body.

“it's okay.” he says again, hoping that repeating it will make you believe it.

“what are you doing?” you question.

“you said you wanted to feel good, im just helping you sis.” rafe says, now stroking faster, taking up more of his shaft.

“no, no, no.” you mumble quickly. “you're my brother!”

“im your step brother.” rafe snips quickly.

“still! im supposed to be waiting until marriage! for my husband!” despite your protests, you can't bring your body to move, completely slackened against the bed.

“it doesn't count if its family.” rafe says. “besides, ive been taking such good care of you. let me keep taking care of you, and you can take care of me too.”.

“i guess…” you mumble, eyes taking in his big cock. you want to know what it feels like inside of you, and rafe grants your wish when he drapes his body over yours, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“id say stay nice and relaxed for me, but the medicine is doing it's job.” rafe says, burying his head in your shoulder as he pushes inside, filling your cunt in one smooth and easy pump.

you let out a moan, wanting to wrap your legs around rafes waist to help the angle, but your legs feel like jelly.

“that's it, sis.” rafe moans, immediately snapping his hips into yours, not bothering to start softly.

rafe keeps one hand gripping your hip while the other moves to your chest, gripping your tit harshly, but you're too numb to complain about the pain.

“more.” you whisper into rafes ear.

“dirty slut.” rafe says back. “who knew my step sis would be such a whore for her brothers cock?”

you let out a whine of complaints, but rafe begins to move faster, push deeper into you. you wish you could keep your eyes open, to look at rafe like this, but tiredness is taking over, even as he pumps into you.

“can't- can't help it.” rafe says, his voice sounding strained as he continues thrusting. “gonna cum inside of you.”

this wakes you up slightly, squirming underneath him. “you can't, rafe! im not on birth control and you're my brother!”

“say it again.” rafe grunts.

“you're my brother!” you shout again, but instead of rafe pulling out, he floods your cunt with his cum, spurting long ropes inside of you.

you squirm again, but rafe just moans when your pussy constricts around him, having the opposite effect as you milk his cock.

“im sorry sis.” rafe says. you try to push him off, but thats when you realize that it's more than just tiredness taking over your body. you're completely limp, unable to move or lift your hand.

“what did you do?” you ask, words slurring.

“ill take care of you. ill take care of everything.” rafe promises, grinding his hips when his cock begins to reharden inside of you.

you try to open your mouth, but your vision goes completely black, your jaw slackening. you pass out with the feeling of rafe beginning to move inside of you again, his cock pushing the cum further into your cervix.

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suiana · 29 days

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OMG I JUST HAD Q THOUGHT WHAT ABT

YAN! INFLUENCER I WILL PAY MONEY FOR IT PLZZZ ILL PAY 30 BUCKS FOR IT PLZ POOKIE PLZ

I THIRST FOR YOUR WRITING 💧 💦 🥤 😫

(yandere! influencer x gn! reader) (do i get money for writing this)

"so like i was saying-"

IWANTMONEYNEOW: WHY IS THERE SOMEONE WEARING A BUNNY COSTUME IN YOUR BED

cockandbawlsteehee: is bro kinky wtf, even gagged them

suiana: tis but a everyday occurrence, do NAWT panic fellas

the influencer pans his camera away from him face and to the figure laying on his bed, dressed in nothing but a rabbit costume. he has a smug aura around him as he chuckles, not caring that he literally has someone dressed in a bunny costume, tied to his bed with silk. oh, have i mentioned that they were also gagged? gagged and tied up?

and just who is that person that's tied to his bed, dressed in just a bunny costume, gagged against their will?

that's right, you.

"ah... them? yeah! that's just my darling!"

he smiles, exposing his devious acts on live camera. he doesn't even seem to care about how your face was clearly uncomfortable or how you were in the verge of tears.

"ah... don't worry, it's just some cosplay thingy we're doing... ain't that right babe?"

you shake your head vehemently, resisting the urge to scream at him as you whimper against the restraints. god, you just thought you'd be taking a few pictures with your friend... who would've known that he'd tie you to his bed and gag you?! you have never felt more violated by him.

well, apart from that time when he showed up in your bedroom at 3am. stealing your underwear.

yeah, you really don't wanna remember.

"mn... guess they're still in the act. haha! don't worry guys, we're just cosplaying... the tears? my baby is silly like that!"

he laughs merrily, chatting with his thousands of followers as he continues to have you in the frame of his camera. and despite your clear grunts of discomfort and tears, your influencer friend has made zero effort to get the camera away from you. oh well, at least he angled it away from your face.

"oh? their face? mn... nah, their face is only for me. you guys won't be seeing them anytime soon."

he comments, finally getting you out of frame before giggling softly.

"ah ah, be nice you guys. they're my darling. and you won't be stealing them away from me."

his tone is lighthearted and he has a smile on his attractive face. but you know better than to believe that he's happy. after all, just behind the camera, his grip on the bedsheets have significantly tightened tenfold.

"i guess I'll go for now fellas. see you tomorrow when I'm visiting the haunted house!"

he abruptly ends the livestream, chucking his phone to one side of the room before looking at you with an unreadable expression.

you shudder at the sight, gulping nervously before he mumbles softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"i wish it was just us in the world... i hate everyone. they all want to take you away from me."

he wraps his arms around your shaking figure, sighing melancholically before suddenly smirking.

"hey, wanna film another type of live?"

you freeze in place, staring at his ':3' face before sighing. he's not gonna give you a choice anyways. might as well give in willingly. it's not like you don't like it...

"fine."

"yay!"

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in-som-niyah · 2 months

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soft!oblivious!Jason Todd x fem!reader on her period

a/n: hey besties guess whos on the bathroom floor again haha its me!!!!! endo is trying to murder me but guess what jason's here to make it all better!!! this is entirely self-indulgent btw i wrote this to make myself feel better and to take my mind off the urge to rip my uterus out with my bare hands🫶🏾🎀🌸💝✨💖💗💕

Warnings: reader vomits, reader has a period, reader is in fucking pain, jason todd speaks spanish, reader is weakned, jason todd is a beautiful husband fuck you i said what i said

Note: reader and jason have a system where jason asks the reader what her pain is on a scale from 1-10 (10 being highest)

Jason's key turns in the lock of your shared apartment in Gotham.

To his surprise, the place is dark and lifeless. Upon checking his watch, which read 6:45pm, he noticed the peculiarity of the scene before him.

Usually, you would have started dinner by now, had some sexy 90's R&B playing (which you unashamedly sung along to) and would have greeted him babbling excitedly about what your colleagues thought about your new hairstyle.

But nope, there was nothing.

Though Jason was concerned, he tried to pass it off as a weird occurrence, until he heard a faint retch coming from the other side of the apartment.

Immediately, he parked whatever he was doing and came rushing (sprinting) to you, desperately needing to make sure you're okay.

When he found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet, the sight clawed a hole in his chest.

You were gripping the edges of the toilet with shaky hands, trying to steady your unstable and shaking body. Your braids were tied back too tight, definitely causing you an uncomfortable and unnecessary headache.

Carefully, Jason stepped in the bathroom and lowered himself to you. He loosened your hair and re-tied it in a more comfortable way and kissed the top of your head.

In your dazed state, you barely recognized his lithe fingers in your hair, too exhausted physically and mentally to focus on anything other than the searing pain in your abdomen.

Finally empty, you reach to flush the toilet when a much bigger, scarred hand takes yours and kisses the back of it before flushing for you.

At this, you look up at him with bleary, tearful and irritated eyes, clearly indicative that you've been feeling like this for a while.

Jason's heart cracks.

Before either of you could speak, Jason pressed his forehead to yours and instructed you to steady your breathing. His hands expertly maneuver you to sit on your bum in front of him; this was not his first rodeo.

Jason was familiar with your illness, and what that meant for you sometimes. With practise, he was attuned to your needs and catered to them willingly. But still, his heart broke a little more every time he saw your body fold in on itself in pain.

When your breathing calmed he kissed your forehead just before another cramp seized your body, and your face crumpled in pain.

"Shit- You're okay sweetheart c'mere. Remember to breathe okay? In. Out."

You nodded lightly as you pushed yourself to move into his lap, the action only making your muscles strain but you were so desperate to feel his warmth you did it anyway.

As you continued to breathe Jason wrapped his strong arms around you and held you to his body, his hands came up to gently rub your lower back where he knew you were hurting.

"What's your number this time, amorcita." Jason asked in a tender voice, as to not upset your headache.

Through sniffles and shakes, you reluctantly surface your buried head from his chest to answer him.

"It was an 8 all day today..." you started, still in pain but able to speak.

"I took the painkillers too late, and they didn't work in time. I'm sorr-"

You're interrupted by Jason pulling you back into him. He would sooner take your pain than hear you apologize for a painful experience you couldn't control.

"Shhhh no sorries, princessa. You know that." He spoke into your hair.

Soon, the wave of pain settled, and you were granted a limited amount of small relief.

"I-I think I should move to the bed now. I don't know how much I have until the next one" you mumbled into his chest.

Through a positive rumble in his chest he agreed, and began to carefully untangle himself from you.

"Can you stand?" Jason asks, his eyes conveying sincerity.

You looked to the floor shook your head in shame. You couldn't believe you had to rely on Jason to help you so much.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay baby?" He says, but his eyes ask for your permission.

Upon granting it, he slips his arms under your body and lifts like you weigh nothing. He carefully walks to the bed, taking extra care in making sure he doesn't hit your head or legs on walls or doorways.

Once at your bedside, he places you down gently and presses a set of kisses to your nose, cheek and forehead. It is then when he notices how frigid your skin is, which worries him. But first, he needs more information.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers, mi vida?" He begins as he crouches to reach your eye level.

With an exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and shrug. Truly you had no idea how long it has been since you've been in such pain, much less since you've taken your last round of painkillers.

Jason returns your sigh, but with one of sadness as he reaches out his hand to absentmindedly rub your sore hips. Remembering your small remedies that help the pain, he stands and begins out the room.

Suddenly your hand grasp his ring and pinky, and he turns to face you again.

You look up at him with tears on your cheeks, silently begging him to stay.

At this, he leans down and captures your lips softly, silently letting you know that he would never do anything you wouldn't want him to.

With your hand still grasping his, he brings your hand to his lips to kiss, before breaking the silence.

"'Tell you what, amorcita. I'm gonna go get you your heating pad and boil some raspberry leaf tea, then i'll climb into bed with you and i'll rub your back as you fall asleep. But you gotta let go of me so I can do it, bien?"

Reluctantly, you took his offer and released his hand before he left a soothing kiss to your hairline and took off.

While he was gone, your were desperately breathing through another wave, trying not to scream or cry out. The pain continued to ebb and flow, but it was pain nonetheless.

When Jason returned with the tea, hot water bottle and a little square of dark chocolate he found you almost asleep, knees up to your chest while clutching your abdomen. He knew you well enough to know that your back is not enjoying the position at all.

He placed the tea and chocolate on your nightstand and carefully took his spot behind you. You slightly woke up at his shifting, but upon Jason's placement of the hot water bottle to your aching abdomen, you relaxed.

Jason breathed a silent breath of gratitude that you're able to rest easier than you were before now that you're comfortable. He moved himself closer to your body, firmly but delicately wrapping his arms around you and stretching out your aching back.

You appreciated this, the pressure releasing on your back and the soothing warmth of your hot water bottle contributing to easing your pains.

Jason retracted one of his arms from your waist in favour of rubbing your sore lower back. A sleepy hum of appreciation followed his ministrations just before you spoke.

"Jason?" you mumbled into your pillow

"Querida?" he replied, semi alert

"Thank you" you finish as you let yourself drift into a light and more comfortable sleep.

A peck to the back of your head is his response.

Jason knows he can't take away your pain. But when it cuts you deep, he'll be your remedy.

Always.

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a/n pt2: bro im so sorry if this makes no sense im in pain leave me alone im tired its sleepytime

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wandixx · 2 months

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Ghost of fries and Hero of cookies part 3

All work words count: 14 643

Words in this part: 3 056

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Joker goons are in for an orange surprise and Duke does not like it in the slightest

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

trigger warnings: gun violence, panic attacks, dissociation, mentions of Joker gas and what it doeas to people (tell me if i missed something, I'll add it)

Duke was having quite a good day. His schoolwork finally got lighter and up until now nothing notable happen on his patrol. Obviously, couldn’t have Gotham without at least one mugging and bank and corner shop robbery. About the last thing, if it was chain store he would conveniently arrive too late to stop it and just follow up to make sure cashier didn’t get fired. He used to be intimately close with hardships of getting necessary supplies like food or gas masks while corporate assholes were trying to suck people dry. But it was family business so he actually had to step in. He did mention secure way of getting resources to would be robbers though. All in all, not so bad, pretty good day. As for now, he was swinging on grapple to meet with Dani, armed with healthy snack Alfred demanded he took for her when he got texted on his Signal-work-phoneTM. It meant important business 90% of the time, so he stopped to check it out. Other 10% were memes from Dani that usually were worth it anyway.

Got it in one, Hoopoe texted. He opened chat expecting funny video or something instead to be greeted by:

Dani: Hey Signal

Dani: Peple aint spossedf t get out f Arkham

Dani: Amirite?

His stomach dropped. He wished it was hypothetical question but he knew better than to believe such fantasies. Things didn’t go so well in Gotham, especially not with Hoopoe.

You: Yeah, your right. What’s up?

You: You’re*

Dani: Nerd

Dani: Whatre you’re thots on clowns

Dani: ?

His stomach officially landed at his feet and decided it wasn’t enough dropping and ended up on a street below. Even if Joker was still locked up, his goons being active were bad news.

You: Where are you?

You: Hoopoe, where are you?

Dani: Clm dow I ned to chek

Dani: I have ni ieda

Dani: The box building rod

Dani: roof*

Dani: Warehouse?

Dani: That the wors

Dani: I think

You: There are over 1000 warehouses in Gotham

Dani: Idk wht yu want me totll yu

Dani: Therere other warehous arond?

You: Okay

You: Check corners for symbol and number

Back in the day everyone other than Bruce decided to take part in a challenge to count all of the warehouses in Gotham manually. They each got their sector and graffiti spray to mark counted buildings. Later it kinda turned into a way of identifying them.

Dani: Red blb with too wite dots

Dani: #83

Okay, he wasn’t too far. He risked roof hopping and checking texts to make sure she didn’t try anything stu-

Dani: Im goin in

You: No!

You: Stay where you are!

You: Hoopoe!

Dani: Calm down worrywart

Dani: Jus wante ti get ab look

Dani: Invisible

Dani: M not dump

I doubt it

You entered building with Joker’s goons with no back-up or plan. It’s extremely dangerous

Dani: Yeah, yeah don care

Dani: 5 goons in clown masks

Dani: Maks idk wat of

Dani: Not northern hemisphere of sky for sure

Dani: Weird containter s

Dani: Ari smells funny

Dani: Giggly i guess

Dani: U prbl know better

You: Get out of there

You: NOW!

You: Try not breathing it in

Dani: K

Dani: Ill stop brething then

You: GET OUT!

Dani: K

Dani: Why so agressive

Because Duke knew what Joker gas could do to person. He knew how it took wonderful people (like his parents) and left shells wand shadows of who they used to be. Because every gas release left him with panic attack. Because he knew it was more dangerous than even some vigilantes thought it was.

You: Wait until I get there

Dani: K

He almost tripped with how much he tried to speed up.

Dani was actually vibrating when he arrived but stayed quiet. Good. If she breathed in some Joker gas it wasn’t working dose yet. Duke had deep feeling not even Alfred’s cookies would be enough to deter her from entering. Offering her a granola bar he sat at the edge of the roof with bone deep sigh. Girl took snack eagerly, bouncing around like puppy high on caffeine.

“How about we take a note of this happening and get going? Other Bats are better equipped to deal with this,” They weren’t but he didn’t want Dani anywhere near this mess. He himself didn’t want to be anywhere near it either.

Kid got deadly still, staring at him as if she could read his deepest secrets if she looked hard enough.

“They’re scaring you” she whispered with strong feeling but Duke had trouble reading what feeling was it. He put his face in his hands for a moment. How was he even supposed to answer that?

“Joker is one of the most dangerous people in Gotham and these guys are working for him. They have guns. Of course I’m a little scared”

Judging by the face Dani made, she wanted to call him out on his bullshit but thought better of it. She floated to sit next to him, swallowing granola in few bites.

“My friend Johnny mentioned him,” she started between chewing ”he said ‘bastard murdered my baby bro Jay and Jay knew his way in fight, stay away from him Dani’. Normally Johnny isn’t so careful”

“All more reasons to leave it for others!” Duke almost shouted, hope growing in his chest. Maybe he could steer her away from it!

“He also told me to hit him if I happen to meet him. He would owe me ‘big one’ then. Do you think I could get ‘small one’ for couple of goons?!”

“Hoopoe no!”

Girl looked thoughtful and after over two weeks of working together he learned to fear this expression.

“Whatever you’re thinking, no. I’ll buy you biggest fries, just leave this–” he waved vaguely at the warehouse hoping it would get message across “–whole mess alone” There was lump in his throat.

Dani haven’t abandon whatever thought got her like that and nodded to herself few time. She drifted around a bit, shifted under her way too long cloak and finally settled with a soft smile.

“You’re scared… Terrified. You’re terrified of them,” she started calmly, like she would talk to a victim if she actually knew how to do it ”It’s okay. It’s great. Fear is what keeps humans alive,” she nodded as if she recounted something from textbook properly in front of the class “But I’m not scared and I fought people much stronger than them and I’m even better now thanks to you. If you’re so terrified, it means they need to be dealt with and it needs to be done fast. It’s okay,” her grin from soft turned devilish “I was itching for some fun fight anyway”

“Dani-”

“It’ll be quick, I promise,” she said, serious again “Don’t worry,” she stood up, saluted and fell through the roof, all too fast to react or not miss it with a blink. Frankly, it caught Duke so off guard he couldn’t even move for a few seconds after the whole ordeal anyway. He threw himself down to the nearest window as soon as he regained control over his body. His heart was stuck in his throat.

Dani tackled first goon with delighted giggle right when he crashed inside. He checked if his mask was secure on reflexes he plummeted towards the ground, moving his body to land safely on top of the shelf. Warehouses were weird place to fight. Easy to get vantage point like Duke just did but was also hard in a way. Little space made it hard to use wider streaks, easy get backed into corner. Annoying more than anything.

Dani’s wrestling match was so attention grabbing that nobody even looked at Duke, despite his far from subtle arrival. He threw himself forward when he caught telltale shine of the gun in one of goons hands. It was dumb move when Dani was so close to his ally, but who he was to criticize Joker goon’s live choices. It didn’t take Signal long to understand he wouldn’t make it on time. He had to but there was no-

Two gunshots rang in rapid succession split second before Duke got to the goon and, with swiftness granted only by adrenaline and fury people got when someone their got hurt, knocked man out cold. Before body could hit the ground he spun around to see the damage because Dani still refused to wear any armor and from this close goon would have to be Storm Trooper to miss her. Because she was most likely bleeding heavily. What if they hit something instantly lethal?

He faced a fight right in time to see Dani jumping at another goon also openly wielding a gun. He wanted to yell at her but bullets were fired before he got a chance. He looked for blood dripping from her torso while dodging another man barely taking his eyes off Dani.

“That wasn’t nice,” she sounded like she pouted! At being shot! “If I was anyone else I would be seriously hurt right now, you know?” her voice was somewhat off. Like it wasn’t quite made by her vocal cords but some awkward voice generator.

Before the appalled man could react, he got technically not too good right hook to the jaw. It was strong enough to make him unconscious and get quite loud creak out of his neck. Duke hoped Dani didn’t mess up the guy's spine. He was criminal but he didn’t deserve this type of treatment.

Duke focused back on his own fight when he made sure that girl wasn’t in immediate danger of dying. He dodged running goon again, who literally ran himself into the shelf because of that. Signal used his short confusion to hit him in the side of his neck, rendering the opponent unconscious. Okay, they made it, this was the last-

Another gunshot made his sped-up heart skip a beat. Lump in his throat suffocated him.

No, no, no, no, no-

“I shot you in the face!”

He looked her way ready to see unmoving body and red decorating concrete floor.

“There was a good quip for- oh right” she started cheerfully, entirely unharmed, before her face twisted into something actually demonic.

“Y̶o̸u̵r̵ ̶p̵e̶s̴k̶y̵ ̴l̷i̷t̶t̸l̶e̸ ̵b̷u̸l̴l̴e̶t̷s̵ ̴w̸o̴n̵'̸t̵ ̵h̶u̵r̶t̸ ̸m̷e̶, ₥ØⱤ₮₳Ⱡ₴”

She laughed in distinctly Dani way, all bright and joyful while also so not like herself, distorted and echoey it mage hairs at the back of his neck stand.

Duke froze when goon fired again and there was no way she dodged it. There was not enough space. She had to get shot. She got shot and he did nothing to stop it. A child got hurt because of him-

He looked at but hadn’t quite seen how Dani knocked out last goon and flew up to him. He heard her voice but words were impossible to understand over rush of blood in his ears. He could tell she was laughing. They should get out. Dani mentioned giggly smell in the air. It had to mean Joker gas. They needed to be out yesterday.

He stumbled a bit, forcing his leg to cooperate, half caring, half dragging girl to the nearest exit point. Fact that he could touch her and didn’t feel any blood was grounding a bit.

“-gnal, Signal are you okay? Your heart is beating weird,” Dani asked, sounding a bit scared for the first time today. Duke’s brain felt too fuzzy to care “Signal, you’re freaking out, calm down, please”

Light assaulted their eyes the moment they were out. Before he got fully used to it, he set girl in front of him and detached her cape. She may have squawked at this action but he didn’t care. She was shot, he needed to check her for injuries.

She got shot, she got shot, she got shot-

“Signal what-” he was clearly freaking her out “Oh. You think I’m hurt. I told you I could handle it. I’m fine. Signal I’m really fine. I have intangibility, bullets can’t hurt me. I’m fine Signal”

Duke wanted to make sure. Adrenaline or simple wish to not worry him could make her ignore something. He couldn’t let her. He made her turn maybe a little to roughly.

He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if she bled out.

She was actually fine.

Relief hit him so strong he crumbled against the wall, his mind finally succumbing to the haze. It was fine. It was all actually fine.

He may have heard some yelling.

Next thing he registered was something tad too warm, almost burning his palms. His gloves did their job of protection well though. There was a herbal smell. Melissa, he registered after a moment. It took him some more time to realize that the source of the smell was in his hands. He had scathingly hot cup of melissa in his hands. He stared at a little bit squashed paper again trying to get used to the light. He didn’t even realize he closed his eyes. Sound of the paper bag made him look up where Dani, still without her cape, crouched few feet away from him.

“You back?” she asked cautiously. Duke wasn’t sure how to answer. He was and he wasn’t. His mouth didn’t work anyway. He shrugged, mindful of the cup in his hands. Blanket, he didn’t even know he was wrapped in, fell from one of his shoulders.

“I don’t know what happened but Jazz likes this tea when she needs to calm down. Though she usually needs to drink it to make it work,” Dani rambled, gesturing widely “You’re still breathing kinda funny, can you slow down? It’s not good for humans to breathe so fast. It doesn’t let good stuff from air get in your blood and travel around your body and it’s not healthy. I know, Jazz told me and she is really smart. She wants to be this doctor who stabs brain back into working. She had this smart word for it… Neurosurgeon, I think it’s this one. She said breathing like that is not good for brain so slow down? In for four, out for four? I don’t know, Signal, just calm down?”

Right, he still was hyperventilating. Duke focused on his lungs, forcing them to expand, trying to match up Dani’s slightly gasping breaths.

He really was freaking her out, wasn’t he?

Melissa was almost lukewarm by the time he was back in his body enough to drink it. It was sweet, a bit too much for his taste.

“You good now?” Dani asked and Duke nodded. He was as good as he could at the moment “Great, I didn’t want to leave you for too long so I don’t have BatBurger. I got cookies though. And I can go get it now”

“Don’t,” he caught her arm and squeezed, not sure why he did it himself.

“Huh?”

“Don’t go anywhere”

“Sure. Wanna cookie? I have chocolate chips and healthy, wheat ones”

“Chocolate”

“Okay” she nodded and fixed blanket on his arms. It was comfy. If Duke was firing on all cylinders, he would wonder where she got it.

“Don’t ever do it again”

“What is it though?”

“Jumping into danger like that”

“Oh, really? It wasn’t that dangerous, they were normal humans”

“They had Joker gas and guns”

“Intangibility means I can ignore bullets Signal, don’t be such worrywart. It’s bad for your health. What’s Joker gas?”

Question and the whole statement felt so surreal that Duke couldn’t help but laugh, choked and hysterical as it was. She didn’t know what Joker gas was. Worrying about her getting shot was bad for his health. He just had a panic attack and was comforted by a ten years old girl with cookies and melissa. What the fuck?

“Hey!” Dani pouted “Don’t laugh like that! Jazz always says that you shouldn’t laugh when someone doesn’t know something, just explain it to them! Signal!” she whined but the damn broke he couldn’t rear his hysteria back in “Alright, I’m Googling it”

She did as Duke’s laughter winded down. He was almost calm when she deemed her research enough.

“Alright, this is some nasty shit”

This sentence startled him into full silence. Dani was ten, swearing wasn’t something she did, like, ever. He must’ve scared her a lot.

“I’m fine though. I didn’t breathe it in. Did you? This laughter sounded a bit worrying to be honest”

“I’m okay, I had gas mask. People sometime laugh to release tension”

“Oh”

“Yeah. But you were in the building with it and didn’t have gas mask”

“I wasn’t breathing”

“You were talking”

“Our fucked up biology, as Danny likes to put it, means that one doesn’t mean another. I just don’t use it often because humans find it uncanny and my throat gets itchy after some time”

Something in Duke wanted to argue more but it was squashed but utter exhaustion that crashed him.

“Alright”

They sat for a long moment.

“Are you ready to patrol now?”

Duke would laugh again if he had any energy left.

“I think we should end for today. I would be useless like that”

“Okay, valid. You go home I’ll fly around a bit”

“No. You’re going home too. I don’t have enough emotional energy to worry about you getting into some mess like this again”

They stared at each other for a long moment before Dani looked away with angry huff.

“Okay. You’re worse than Danny, you know?”

“I don’t care. Go home and stay safe”

“You sure you will be alright if I go now? I can walk or fly you somewhere, not home if you don't want me to but maybe somewhere closer?”

“I’ll be fine. I can call my brother. Just go please”

“Sure. See you tomorrow, Signal. You were really brave today”

“Thank you, Hoopoe” If she answered, he didn’t hear her. He fumbled with his comm to turn it on with still shaky hands. Finally he managed and called a pick up in the form of Jason. It was great to have older brother who always had time like that. Even if it meant a lot of unnecessary questions about what happened Duke wasn’t up to answering it yet and threats of serious violence on his enemies.

Duke couldn't force himself to let go of the orange blanket. It was grounding.

Though Alfred made him hot chocolate with marshmallows. He wouldn’t repeat today for that, but it certainly was nice accent.

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"Humouristic" summary of this part

Dani: Yo, there are goons here. Gonna investigate.

Duke: *quietly freaks out*

Random Joker's goons: *do normal goon things*

Dani: *attacks them* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Duke: Is this what minor heart attack feels like?

Goons: *start shooting*

Duke: Is this what major heart attack feels like?

Dani: Dude, you good? Here, get some tea, cookies and blanket

Dani, few hours later, texting: Hey Signal, remeber to bring back my cape tmrw

Duke, internally: Wait, this is her cape?

Duke, also texting: Wanna better one? Like Spoiler has?

Dani, somehow conveing Ghost Speak via text: Don't you dare

Thank you for reading this <3

Next part

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new sidekick and he doesn't even know it yet #well that's not true anymore #signal got new sidekick and he starts to accept it #i don't have anything “funny” to put in the tags for this part #sorry guys #vibes aren't right #heads up #next part won't be fun prone too #more hurt/comfort territory #but then were back to fluff and fun #hoopoe's cape-shock blanket #wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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jjunsolos · 13 days

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15. ; the talk

synopsis - when your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…

warnings - written,

wc - 513

author’s note - im backkk ! this is probably the shortest chapter of this series😭 and im srry it took so long to update, ill do better😞🙏🏽

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It was hotter than usual today. The sun was blazing and there was no breeze to make things better. Yet, Dahyun was still persistent on taking Jungkook to the park.

The two siblings play a round of basketball as they laugh about their childhood memories, they walk around the grass as they talk about what they’ve been up to in life, and they play tag on the playground, acting like they’re children all over again. But Dahyun doesn’t bring up the thing until they’ve settled down onto a nearby bench.

Jungkook lets out an exhausted huff as he sits down on the bench, enjoying the coolness of the shade. Dahyun sits down next to him. She looks around and admires the colorful flowers around them. They’re all so beautiful, Summer is so beautiful.

“Hey,” Dahyun starts, “can I ask you something?”

Jungkook looks at her with a confused expression, but nods his head anyway.

“Go ahead.”

“What… what’s going on between you and Y/n?” she finally asks. The question seems to catch him off guard, considering the way he froze up with wide eyes.

Nothing comes out of his mouth. He’s too stunned to speak. Dahyun decides to add on.

“I mean… you both used to be so playful with one another. Now it’s so awkward and quiet in the apartment. What’s going on?”

Jungkook silently looks down at his lap. How is he supposed to tell his older sister that he has feelings for her best friend? But he doesn’t want to lie to her, either. He’s never lied to her.

“It’s complicated.” he says, running his right hand through his hair. Dahyun scoffs at his response. She don’t believe that shit.

“Alright then. I guess we’ll just have to sit here ‘till you tell the truth.” Dahyun says stubbornly. She then sits there silently, staring at nothing but a stop sign from the street ahead of them. Jungkook groans with a roll of his eyes.

“Why do you care, anyways?”

Dahyun scoffs at the younger before shaking her head.

“I’m not forcing you to tell me anything. You don’t have to, seriously.” she all but grumbles. She’s not looking at him, but she can tell he’s pouting.

Jungkook sighs and looks up to the tree’s leaves. He should tell her. There’s no point in hiding anything from his sister. She’ll find out one way or another. Plus, Jungkook hates lying, to Dahyun especially.

“Fine,” he starts, “I’ll tell you. But don’t get mad…”

They sit there as Jungkook comes clean. He tells her everything. He tells her about the date with Mingyu, the guy at her work, just everything.

As Jungkook ends his ranting, he stares down at his lap, too scared to look his sister in the eye. Dahyun sits there in silence. Everything makes sense. He likes her! She smiles softly and pats Jungkook on the shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me, Kook.”

That’s all she says before standing up with a stretch. And with that, she walks away. Jungkook sits there, confused.

‘That was weird…’

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otemporanerys · 4 months

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Childhood friends rewrite snippet 👀

I'm ill and you all have to be nice to me

Anyway, I've been working on a rewrite of Playing the Long Game off and on for a few months now, and it's a lot of fun!

this is a bit from what's going to be chapter 3, they're about 13 and Shepard is staying at Garrus's place for the first time (minor cw child abuse)

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It occurred to Garrus that it’d been a long time since he’d had a friend over, and she definitely wouldn’t want to play cops and robbers, which had been his go-to back on Palaven. “Do you wanna watch a vid, or…”

“I’m pretty beat, if that’s OK.” And yes, now that she mentioned it he could see the little dark circles under her eyes. When was the last time she’d gotten any rest?

“You take the bed,” he said, pulling a sheet down.

“Don’t be stupid,” she replied, as she peeled off her sweater. She had a thin little top on, one with shorter sleeves: her left wrist was purple and green. He was familiar enough with human bruising, having spent the last year or so tagging along with her, but she was fighting a lot less these days.

Garrus narrowed his eyes. “How’d you get that?”

“Oh,” she said, with too much casualness, “broke up a fight between two little kids before the caretakers could see.”

It was a lie. He could feel it in his gut.

She got under the sheets. “I mean it, you really could fit four of you in this thing.”

They were too old to be sharing a bed, but what was he going to say? Still, as he settled down next to her, he shoved a pillow between them, just for propriety’s sake. Once he’d gotten the barrier set up, he looked up and, spirits, there she was, her face just a few inches away from his. Garrus became very aware of his breath, how it was falling in sync with hers; his eyes flicked up to her smooth pale forehead, then down to her strange pink mouth.

“I wish you’d let me help you,” he said without thinking.

“There’s nothing you can do.” She was so resigned to it. She rolled away from him onto her side and propped herself up on one elbow. “Who’s that meant to be?” She was pointing at one of his posters.

“Tela Vasir,” Garrus told the back of her head. “She’s a –”

“Spectre,” Shepard sighed. She rolled back over to look at him, a small fond smile on her face. “You’re obsessed.”

Garrus shrugged. “No rules, get to do whatever you want your way. What’s not to like?”

Shepard squinted at him. “I guess.”

“Oh, don’t act like you’re better than me,” he teased. “I’ve seen that picture in your locker.”

Her cheeks went pink. “They’re N7s! They’re the best of the best!”

“Best of the best of the Alliance.” Garrus pointed at the poster. “The Spectres are the best in the whole galaxy.”

Shepard crossed her arms. “When I join the marines –”

“You wanna join the marines?” This was news to him.

“Beats bartending."

But she was so smart. “What about college?”

She pinched her fingers together and rubbed them. Garrus blinked, and she let out an exasperated sigh. “Credits. College costs credits.” She yawned. “I’d only have to do it for a few years. If I didn’t like it.”

He tried to imagine Shepard emerging over a hill, covered in armor and armed to the teeth. Terrifyingly plausible. “So one day you’ll be an N7, and I’ll be a Spectre.”

Shepard’s eyes settled closed. “It’ll be just like one of your dumb books.”

Garrus felt himself smile. “They don’t write about humans in my books.”

“Not yet.” She rolled onto her back. “Goodnight.” A soft pang of longing clenched his chest, then he shifted so he didn’t stare at her like a freak.

#my fic #wip #childhood friends

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zayne-snowman · 22 days

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Dear Dr. Zayne,

It has taken me some time to deliberate on this decision, as I had to table my own pride in order to and it. I’m sure you’re aware of how difficult that can be for me… But my physical condition is something I no longer can ignore without the risk of future stressors, so I finally opted to take your advice.

I sent Captain Jenna my request to transfer to a non-active Hunter unit this morning.

As much as I would like to continue on the front lines and prove my usefulness in killing Wanderers directly, I can’t shake the annoyance that comes with constant hospitalizations in the days following. I feel perfectly capable and yet… This dying thing in my chest insists otherwise. I’m tired of feeling absolutely fine in every other area apart from the stubborn pain in my chest. I’m tired of fighting against my condition only for it to wallop me back harder.

And most of all… I’m tired of making you worry. I want to kick myself every time I see your brows knit together in concern. That goes double every time your voice goes tight when you tell me, probably for the millionth time, to be careful c to not be reckless. And yet I continue anyway. I have for months, and… I care about you too much to continually put you through that.

I want to stay healthy. I want to be around long enough to see you at ease. I want to be well enough that you and I could… Well, I suppose you never minded me being bold, so I’ll just say it: I want to be with you, as more than a close friend, and as more than a patient. I guess we sort of already are…

I still remember that kiss in the car…

But I want it to be official, if you’ll allow me. I’ll be working within Hunter HQ from now on, helping those in the field track Wanderer patterns (so still hunting, in a way!), but I’ll be in one place. Safe. So I guess I can come visit you more often, be it for check-ups or just … to see you. To be there for you as you have been for me.

I know this is a lot to read, but you’ve always struck me as the type to like letters anyway. I’ll talk to you soon.

All My Love,

🩵

My dearest,

Since you wrote me such a beautiful hand-written letter, I found it fitting for me to do the same. I’m better at the written word anyways.

The news of your transfer brought me relief beyond words, and I will be eternally grateful that you decided to follow through with my advice, but I must confess, I feel the need to let you reconsider.

You shouldn’t leave your position just for me, or your illness. I truly hope you have thought this through and it wasn’t a decision based on me scaring you into it. You should be free to choose what you want to do, and I know your job made you happy.

Of course I worry about you, it’s a dangerous career. If the decision is set and your condition really has wore you down in such a way, I’ll welcome this change with open arms.

Nothing would make me happier than spending more time with you. Being close to you. Be there for you. If happiness could be measured in heartbeats, your words have made me immortal. I want nothing but to kiss you right now as well, but for now I hope this letter expresses enough affection until we see each other again.

I look forward to us seeing each other more often. The work you’ll be doing is still wonderful, your eagerness to help people even in your condition is admirable.

I might keep this letter in my office. And any and all you send.

Yours,

Zayne

#dr zayne #asks #🩵 anon #l&ds #lnds #lads #love & deepspace #love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #lnds zayne

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tartagliad · 1 year

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Get Well Soon

Summary: taking care of his partner when she's sick ;)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Childe, Zhongli, Alhaitham, Ayato (Ganyu & Thoma mentioned)

Genre: fluff

F reader!

Warnings: coughs, pain, sneezes, and a pinch of angst in Ayato's :)

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You can't really focus on your work with your headache at present

At least.. that's only it, right..?

It came at morning but it didn't really bother, like usual illness, it barely feels like anything at start

You just thought that it's because you weren't getting much time to take a breather

But now.. you seem to catch more than that..

Ganyu already told you to just rest, but you refused since it needs to get done

She's worried so every hour or so she'll pass by to check on you :)

You may have to thank her properly later on..

It's getting darker and your work is still hasn't finished

As you immerged more with work and the pain, someone knocks on the door, who wanted to meet you at this kind of hour?

"Come in.." you told them, not even bothering your weak voice or anyone anymore, it's probably Ganyu either way

"Seems it's true then", a familiar voice rang through the room'

Stopped mid way, you turn your head to the door, it was Childe

"a-ah.. i didn't know you'll come-.." you startled

He laughs a bit, walking to you, "what? because I wasn't on your list of clients?" leaning to your desk

"ehem.. anyways, what brings you here..?" you continue writing

"I came for this..", he takes your pen away, holding it up making you pout, "h-hey, I was about to finish these", he laughs a bit "c'mon now, you should know why I'm here" Childe tilt his head

....he came here to pick you up, did Ganyu told him??

"..I'm fine.." you excused from him

Childe being himself, will always find a way to convince you

"Alright, take it then", he then step back from your desk with your pen

Not wanting to argue any further, you stand up quickly and approch him

But it only make things worse because you lost your ability to maintain your balance and you almost fell

Luckily, Childe was quick to catch you, "be careful- hah.." he then pick you up

"Let's just go home..", holding you tightly, to be honest, the thought of your comfy shared bed is something you NEED right now.. so you give in

Relieved, Childe kisses your head and walk home with you

After you both of you got home, Childe gently sit you down on the bathroom counter

He then prepares a warm bath for you and bathe you.. which helps you even further

Lovingly cleans your body and hums a soft tune and sometimes, tell some funny and interesting stories to you :^)

"Do you wanna eat, babe?" he asks you, you then shake your head, "..no.. i don't feel like it.. also Ganyu already give me something to eat before you came.." you said, leaning to him

He nodded and gently rinses you

Grabbing a fluffy warm towel, wrapping it around you and never forgetting a kith kith :3

Arriving at the bedroom, he then wears you some comfy clothes (his clothes ;) ), then he lies you down on the bed

"Better?" Childe wrap the blanket around you, you nodded

You can't hold it, you immediately fell asleep holding his hand

Guess there's nothing left to do, he lie beside you and hold you close

"Get well soon, angel.. I'll be here.."

Let's start from his perspective :D

It all started from very late at night when he suddenly woke up

In all the worlds, you can say that he's quite a deep sleeper he's a rock anw

At first, he thought you were just looking for a comfortable position to sleep, so he let it slide

But the more time passes, you didn't stop.. he then holds you gently

"Dearest.. is everything okay?" gently whispers to you, stroking your hair

You didn't answer him since you didn't even know if your sleeping or awake, everything feels too foggy

It makes him much more worry than before, so he started to shake you gently

"Dear..?" He calls again, but this time you opened your eyes

Relieved, he then ask you, "what's wrong?"

You didn't have the energy to even try to answer, so you just put his palm on your for head

He flinched at the temperature, it's.. so warm, too warm in fact

Zhongli then got out of bed, walk to the bathroom

While grabbing a cloth and dampen it, a lot of thoughts roam in his head

He knows what to do, he knows that.. but he's nervous if something much worse will happen

Bringing the cloth back to you, he gently put it on your forehead, which actually made him happy that it made you feel far more relaxed

Not long after, you then fall asleep.. Zhongli sat beside you, staying awake

You woke up later in the morning

The sun was already high up in the sky. You guessed that you probably felt really relaxed, although right now you're body is still screaming-

"Ah, you're awake.." You jumped at the voice and turned to the door, it was Zhongli

"..mmh.. hey.." you smiled weakly, it makes his heart clench a little.. :")

He gently put the tea on the nightstand, "How are you feeling..?" sitting down beside you. "..bad.." you responded, holding his hand weakly

Zhongli can't help but sigh helplessly, gently rubbing your hand, "here's your tea, it'll help you a bit.." you then nodded, slowly sitting up, he then gives you the cup

Taking a sip, you lean on his shoulder

"What's wrong?" he frowned a bit, worry filled his body more

But you shake your head, muttered a 'no' at him, "..can you stay..?" you looked at him

Your eyes glazed and soften.. far more softer than it used to, of course he can't reject it

He smiled softly, rubbing your back. Zhongli makes sure you'll be taken care of in great hands, his hands of course ;)

"Alright then, I'll stay.. as long as I can be here to help you.."

When he woke up, he immediately realised that you weren't in bed

Logically, you'll be preparing to work, so he thought you'll already outside

But it made him second guess his thought when he heard a faint cough from outside

Yet come to think of it again, it's still very early in the morning-

Alhaitham then gets out of bed and leaves the room

"y/n," he called while walking around the hall to the living room

His worry started to grow because there was no respond to you, instead he was greeted by another cough

Without thinking any longer, Alhaitham rushed to the sound

It takes him to the living room where he saw you lying on the couch with a blanket on and face horribly pale

"y/n.." he kneel down beside you, scanning you, "what's wrong? how are you feeling?"

You shake your head as a response, "..haitham.." you muttered weakly

"I'm here, I'm here.." he hugs you, gently rubbing your back

You slightly pant from the fever you have, you already have a cooling patch on your head, in which you newly changed it

"Do you need anything?" he asked softly. You looked up at him, your glazed eyes actually made his heart hurt a bit..

"..need you.." closing your eyes, the headache you have is too painful to bear, making you drift to sleep

Alhaitham nodded and stayed by your side, soothing you every time you started to feel uncomfortable

Although through times, he'll cook something for you and comes back after that

Once you wake up, he'll help you eat.. don't worry, he'll feed you since you don't have the strength :)

He'll always make sure that you always take your medicine, whether you like it or not..

Haitham just wants you to feel better quickly.. he lonely since you're sick, okay? :(

It's also because the way you whine or move around in pain hurts him further :")

Your colours are also whipped off from you.. made you look pale and helpless..

"Love, why did you slept in the living room..?" he asked you

You then looked at him.. "..my cough was a big trouble.. so.. I decided to sleep outside since it's.. far more open.. - " you then got cut off by your cough, which, to be honest.. it sounds so painful to him..

Get well soon, baby :(

"Be sure to take your medicines, i promise it'll make you feel better.."

"My lord.." Thoma came to his office

Ayato looks up from his papers and responded him, "hmm? what is it Thoma?"

"..y/n is terribly ill.." he told him sadly, lowered his head a bit

Did he heard Thoma correctly, his pen immediately dropped from his hand, breath shaking

"Where is she now..?" Ayato asked, Thoma then take him back to your shared bedroom, he followed him immediately

Thoma opened the door and Ayato immediately can smell the scent of illness in the room

What scares him more, is your body lying on the bed, face pale and weak.. frail like a flower..

Why is that? ... Let's just say that it reminded him of the times when his parents are lying weakly on their beds

Looking at your current self reminded him of his ill mother..

Thoma excuses himself and closes the door, leaving the two of you alone

He wastes no time and checks up on you, gently touching your forehead, it's very warm..

You can feel his touch and slowly stirrs awake from your slumber, "Ayato..?"

He jumped a bit because he didn't expect that.. "hey, darling.. how are you..?" he asked whilst gently stroke your hair

His gaze soften, you then weakly leans to his touch, "..a little.. weak.." you then got cut off sneezed to your elbow, "..sorry.." you sniffled

Ayato gently lie himself down beside you, you tilt your head, "..you're not gonna.. work..?" he shake his head, "no, I wanna stay here with you.." he then kisses your forehead, hugging you

You nodded, closing your eyes and merged yourself to him

He would watch every movements you made

He'll help you drink, tucks and warms you if you're cold, and helps you eat

Besides that, Ayato also asks Thoma which medicines that you should consume

Worries so much that he can't even sleep, or even think about work

Everything on his mind is about you, he's scared of losing you.. :(

Seeing you started to smile a bit everytime you woke up slowly makes him happy

So.. be sure to kiss and give your time to him after you recovered, okay? :D

"How are you feeling..? Gotten any better? I can ask Thoma to bring you something to eat if you're hungry.. I'll be here to look after you.."

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(A/N: hello! how y'all been doing?? I'm so sorry for not posting again :"), i need a bit of time to get back after all the college hectics.. I'm also PROBABLY got shadow banned :") ...this inspo comes when i was sick back at December.. my dorm was medicine scented for a week, and i wanna write this since i need something fluffy.. :) that's all from me, i wanna say that i also closed the requests for now because there are quiet a lot of them :^ byee have a great dayy!)

#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact fluff #genshin boys #genshin childe #genshin impact x reader #genshin zhongli #zhongli #tartaglia #kamisato ayato #genshin ayato #ayato #genshin al haitham #al haitham #mihoyo #DHASHSHSH SORRY FOR THE INCONSISTENT-#genshin thoma #genshin ganyu

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victoria1676 · 2 years

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LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BUILD MY S**T! (Y/n) VOICELINES: MONDSTADT (Feat. Mona, Rubedo and Imposter)

Summary: Basically this Reader's voice lines for Mondstadt such as the before and after. Before is like where reader still thinks them with good honest thoughts and pity while after is where it takes place once she bombed the nations.

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Note: Currently busy af this month Jesus Christ its hard to balance school assignments and ballet. I already am exhausted and still trying to finish Interlude 1.5 😭😭

So for while waiting for it to come ill just give you guys spoilers or rather voice lines of how reader thinks of the characters and ill do this by nation.

To clarify a bit if you see (before) next to the chara name then its basically before the bombing of nations started and (after) basically the present I guess.

But anyways please enjoy this and no hate comments as i made this for fun.

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WARNINGS: SPOILERS A BIT OF MY STORY, MENTIONS OF CHARAS DEATH, SWEARING, MENTIONS OF FLIRTING AND READER BEING READER (POSSIBLY OOC) SLIGHT CRACK, AND MENTIONS OF DREAM SMP CHARACTERS.

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(Liyue)

About Mallory: The imposter? Last I heard from the rumors she was last seen in Snezhnaya and I feel that she might have gotten herself caught by the Fatui, especially Childe. I don’t really care about her since it was her entire fault for getting me almost killed and being chased down in this world. Would I forgive her? Eh, honestly I’ll be blunt. Should I give a person who ordered their so-called cult to hunt me down and kill me? Should I forgive them for letting the people who defend me be killed under orders? That’s my answer to your question.

About Rubedo: My Partner in crime and the one who was also named as an imposter except his situation is different than mine. I am glad I saved him and I won’t go in between his agendas as He and I gave each other full trust. I trust him a lot and I gave him a chance to be a person instead of a failed ‘creation’. So don’t go convincing me that I shouldn’t trust him to cause if I knew he was distrustful I would have not saved him.

About Jean: The Acting Grandmaster was wary of me at first when I first arrived in Mondstadt for questions on how to get back to Minecraft only to suddenly declare to chase me down with her knights. She’s a pretty face not gonna lie and it’s a shame she had to be my enemy and listen to that imposter’s orders. I got nothing to say to her and I admit she’s a formidable opponent.

About Lisa: If only she wasn’t such a huge cult simp of the imposter I could have a decent conversation with this beautiful lady that makes anyone wanna blush except I wanna see her blushing…What? I did say I swing both genders and you can agree Lisa is such a beautiful woman like the rest of this world although she is very feisty and dangerous with those electric powers.

About Amber: Before she chased me down she was very kind and outgoing which caught me off guard yet it is a shame she’s a cult member for that imposter. I really like her personality but *sigh* it seemed fate had other plans…

About Eula: The woman who severed ties of her clan and the one who dances me to death that huge ass weapon. She’s very interesting and the fact she hits hard like that redhead male with fire powers. I’ll admit her eyes are pretty but it’s a shame…

About Albedo: I swear this world has pretty eyes and I never interacted with him due to the fact I avoid Dragonspine after hearing he lives there with his assistant so better safe than sorry.

About Sucrose: She’s…Shy I guess? Although despite being shy and soft-spoken. She seems to have that look where ‘did I do good?’ or ‘Please don’t abandon me’ whenever I see her praying at that shrine. Rubedo did say Sucrose was the first anemo vessel to be used other than you Traveler.

(Before) About Klee: Can I just say how FUCKING AMAZING THIS KID IS?! LIKE LEGIT SHE’S SO CUTE AND CHAOTIC PLEASE! I AIN'T LETTING SAPNAP GET HER CAUSE I ALREADY AM ASKING HER MOM IF I COULD BE HER SECOND GUARDIAN!!

(After) About Klee: The poor kid did not deserve to get hurt by someone who she thought was someone she trusted. Alice told me it wasn't my fault knowing I felt guilty for appearing here just to get the poor kid injured. Still, I hope she doesn't hate me for bombing Mondstadt despite they are the ones who decided to follow Mallory.

(Before)About Diona: She and her father kept me away from Mondstadt while her father continued pretending that he was on the imposter’s side as his daughter continue to lead me to a safe area with the others. Her drinks are very interesting?? Like who puts lizard tails and frog in a drink and then it suddenly tastes good? *laughs* I wonder if I could ask her to make a drink for Wilbur…

(After) About Diona: She was just a child…A fucking child! What’s worse they made poor Draft watch his own daughter get killed in his eyes before he died alongside her…The fact they are this cruel to kill a child…It’s sickening.

About Kaeya: One word he. is. Hot. I mean all of Teyvat’s people are legit fucking hot like HELLO?! HIS VOICE AND HE *ahem* is also an ass as he legit almost tried to kill me after almost convincing me to kill some innocent people. What a shame *sigh* He and I could get along, especially since he is definitely one of my types of men who can flirt. But Alas he stayed with the imposter and I can’t believe he did not realize the signs when Rubedo told me he is also one of the people who should have realized something is wrong with their creator.

About Diluc: I gotta say he is definitely a looker and I legit remember flying away after almost getting my precious wings burned. Man, I did not like that at all. Although I gotta admit I do wish to fight him sometimes or maybe even flirt a bit to see his reaction but then again I don’t have a death wish to do those stuff yet to my enemy who is obsessed with killing me to make his creator favor him or something.

About Venti: The bard who my chat mistake him as a girl *laughs* He caught me off guard acting nice and suddenly sent big winds with his arrow at me but whatever these OP powers I have stopped the winds from getting near but I did dodge the arrow that hit me. Last I saw him he was in this tiny white hooded cute creature which I didn't know was the bard himself until Rubedo chucked him to the heavens *chuckles* not that I care about that…

About Razor: He made sure to hide me away from Andrius considering the big wolf told him I was the real creator and he lit up like a puppy knowing I was his real Lupical? Honestly, I don't mind him cause I am grateful for him hiding me.

(After) About Razor: Razor…He did not deserve to die for a stupid mistake…I'm sorry for getting you killed.

(before)About Bennett: Definitely someone I could make Tommy friends with and he is so polite like a bro who ever hurts him deserves to get my punch! Look at him! Sure he may look clumsy due to his misfortune but he is a good kid Dad-Philza would agree to adopt him I'm sure of it.

(After) About Bennett: He just had to be a hero…I fucking hate this world and hate myself for not saving him. Yet he smiled at me and told me that it wasn't my fault…He said he was happy to meet me to know at least he was doing the right thing…this boy…you're too kind...

(Before) About Fischl: Um…Can someone help me translate her words please cause I don't wanna hurt her feelings but seeing the way she talks is kinda surprising since I have never seen someone talk like that…Actually, maybe I did know someone talk like Fischl but I am not sure who it was…

(After) About Fischl: All I can say is that Fischl or rather Amy does not want to speak with you after what happened…She’s been quiet but Oz kept me updated that she’s currently healing. Seeing her friends die in front of her is already traumatic enough.

About Noelle: I don’t really know her much but at least I can say she chased me down with her huge sword at me and her shield is a pain of the neck but a formidable opponent. I can say at first she was really polite and greeted me like a person despite I knew she was wary of me I just did not expect to see a battle maid in person.

About Mona: The Astrologist who has tried to tell everyone I was the real creator despite my protests of me telling her that I am not the creator but her um…what's that called? A scryglass? YEAH! A scryglass! Anyways she used that on me and knew I was the creator before giving me info about this world and also books about the creator. Last I saw her she was in jail after she helped me escape.

About Rosaria: Finally, a person who doesn’t worship like a cult but someone who is just minding their own business. I am glad that she decided to help me but also left me to do her own duties which honestly I don’t mind but also grateful for her saving me and not killing me like the rest. Gotta say she ain’t an ordinary nun and is also hot.

About Barbara: I got no words for her as I never interacted with her much but all I can say is that she feared me and after the execution, I heard she started praying a lot in the shrines and trying to sing songs to get my forgiveness. I don’t know much about her but Bennett said she is very nice yet is a follower of the imposter. The last time I saw her was the bombing in Mondstadt and if things were different then I would have enjoyed her songs.

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So that's all i can give which I apologize 😭😭😭

I'm very tired from passing 10 assignments and trying my best to finish 1.5 so i can work on doomsday TwT

Ill answer inbox tomorrow so you are free to like send questions, ideas, fanart or suggestions in my inbox which I don't mind answering ^^

I better not wake up to see anon trolls of saying my writing sucks or insulting me when bro let me enjoy my writing and not get insulted when at least I can write a story and also try to improve it.

But yeah ill post the asks that i forgot to post today so ill post them tomorrow.

Good night (Will probably start answering messages despite i am supposed to sleep 😭😂)

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mehbzz · 1 year

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Could you PLEASE do a fic with the boys and reader celebrating Valentine’s Day? Them genuinely being sweet to the reader and each other for once 😭

Hmmm here's a drabble of sort of celebrating with Stu. He's trying, but 'sweet' is a bit of a stretch.

Stu Macher x F!Reader A little smooching nothing explicit. Sort of fluffy. Stu is a bit of a dick but we love him anyway.

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It was cute but-, "What did you buy Tatum?"

Stu doesn't look surprised by your question. "Flowers," he shrugs. “a shit ton of chocolate."

“No shiny jewellery for her?”You wince slightly. You sound ungrateful, cynical, but he doesn’t call you out on it.

“I chose this for you,” He takes the box out of your hands; taking the bracelet out and letting it dangle in his fingers. You hold out your arm obediently. "I bought it for you."

"Really? You really chose it?" You sound so ungrateful, you know you do but this was so out of the realm of Stu’s usual behaviour that you can’t help but be suspicious.

"Did you even look at it?" He sounds hurt, and more than a little embarrassed. He twists your wrist gently when he's done it up. "Look at the charm at the end, it's a little rabbit."

That makes guilt flare hard. Stu buying you things was not unusual, however Stu buying you something that was obviously thought out, considered, and not just a showy flash of cash was. He didn’t honestly buy this for you on his own initiative did he? You swallow the questions. If he bought it without prompting from Billy or not didn’t really matter you supposed, he was still giving it to you. You look up at him, trying to make the suspicion less obvious on your face.

“But I didn’t get you anything.” The admission makes you feel even worse.

“You don’t have to buy me anything,” He grins. "That mouth of yours is gift enough.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes. "Stu."

"What? Too much mushy stuff bunny. It's making me feel a little ill." He gags slightly.

“You seen Billy yet?”

You shake your head, your gaze dropping back to the bracelet around your wrist. It looks and feels expensive but it’s pretty, something you would have definitely chosen for yourself.

“Guess he's been wrapped up in Sid all day, I'm sure he'll drop by tonight.”

The little reminder that you are second choice on this day stings, makes you feel a little clingy. “You could stay? I could give you your gift then.” You roll your tongue, embracing his insinuation from a minute ago and he laughs.

“Nah can’t, girlfriend’s waiting.”

“Oh yes,” You wince, trying to hide your hurt behind a slightly strained smile. “How could I forget?” You bite your lip, a move his gaze instantly narrows in on, and something spiteful sparks in your chest. “Bet my mouth is better than hers.”

“Ohhh catty,” He looks proud, happy almost at your jab and a disturbing warm trickle of pleasure slides down your spine at his approval even as your momentary hostility towards Tatum morphs into shame. “Kinda hot when you’re jealous bunny.” You sigh in resignation, your shoulders slumping slightly as you try to steer Stu towards the door, something he steadfastly refuses to do. “Don’t look so dejected baby bunny,” He pokes your nose, grinning at you when you flinch back with a grimace. “We’ve got all weekend together.” “What?”

“Uh I mean, what? I didn’t say anything.” He holds up a finger to his mouth, the innocent look he’s trying to project ruined by the way he can’t stop his lips twitching into a barely contained grin. “Pretend you didn’t hear that, Bill would kill me.”

“Oh I definitely heard something,” You tease, excitement and anticipation fluttering in your chest and overriding your melancholy. Stu’s gaze moves from your eyes to your lips.

“Now now,” He steps forward looking mildly surprised when you don’t take a step back. “It would be so so cruel of you to ruin his surprise.”

“Me ruin his surprise?” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tug him a fraction closer. “Maybe you should give me an incentive to keep quiet.”

You press your lips to his before he has chance to respond, his surprised grunt giving you a little rush of satisfaction. You shouldn’t pursue this right now, but you think their selfish behaviour is starting to rub off on you. Getting either of them to choose time with you over plans with Tatum or Sid was starting to give you a huge rush of serotonin.

Stu’s kissing you slowly, too slowly for the desire that’s starting to burn through you. He’s taking his time, his teeth softly nibbling at your bottom lip. You can’t decide if he’s teasing you or if he’s really trying to hold back, if his thoughts are lingering on his date with Tatum. Suddenly afraid he is about to pull back and leave you bury your face into his neck and start to leave little sucking kisses along his collarbone before nipping sharply just under the neckline of his shirt.

“Careful,” he huffs at you. “No teeth, not today.” His voice is hoarse, almost strained and you can tell he is at the line of being genuinely annoyed at you. The sudden desire to mark him again forcing you to bite down sharply on his shoulder, the action earning you a hard pull on your hair, lifting you back up again to claim your lips once more.

“Think I love it when you get territorial bunny,” He does sound irritated, but you don’t really care, and from the hardness pressing into your hip you don’t think he does either.

You move your hips a little harder, trying to increase the pleasurable friction and he groans loudly, rocking his hips up in response, his arm tightening around your waist as he pushes you firmly backwards against the wall.

Stu’s right hand moves from the small of your back down your ribs to hook his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt and pushes it up an inch, but as he starts to slide over the bare skin of your ribs you loosely grab his wrist to stop him. “So does this mean you are staying?”

Stu watches you quietly before reaching up to stroke his thumb over your bottom lip. “No.” It’s a firm answer. But you don’t want to give up just yet, almost on impulse you open your mouth and your tongue darts out to lick him. He lets you take the tip of his thumb inside your mouth, blue eyes locked with yours, his pupils fully blown as he watches you. You let your teeth graze lightly across the pad of his thumb and he moans loudly, his hips snapping up to grind hard against you. Pressing into you in just the right place for shocks of pleasure to course through you. You tease him a little more and slowly slide your tongue around his thumb, sucking hard before letting it go with a pop. “You’re a bad, evil, succubus,” He instantly leans forward, claiming your mouth with his, the sudden sense of urgency and desire almost overwhelming. “Gonna fuck you bunny, hard and fast just the way you like it,” You whimper as his fingers brush against the underside of your breast, a whimper that you can’t stop turning into an embarrassingly loud moan when his thumb moves to stroke firmly over your nipple. “Leave you all sloppy and messy for Billy, perfect valentine’s gift for him.” His hands are wandering. One is desperately tugging at his belt while the other is stroking up your thigh and under your skirt to brush against the edge of your panties. “Could use a war-,” He cuts himself off with a groan.

You tense, he didn’t say it but you can guess his words and the reminder of Tatum makes your arousal ebb away. You push against his chest. He mumbles what you think is an apology against your mouth between little fluttery kisses that you only half heartedly return. He pauses; standing still, long enough for you to say his name in confusion. Stu sighs, presses an overly sloppy kiss to the side of your neck and withdraws.

“Tease.” He reaches up to brush his thumb just under your cheek bone. A gesture that feels surprisingly intimate and you can see a myriad of emotions flicker over his face. You feel him tense and see the tiniest twitch of a frown ever so faintly across his brow before it’s gone and he pulls his hand away with a grin. “Happy Valentines bunny.”

#scream 1996 #stu macher #stu macher x reader #poly!ghostface

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thegeminisage · 11 days

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ok, it's star trek update time. tonight we watched ds9's "playing god" and tng's "eye of the beholder."

playing god (ds9):

i'm trying. SO SO SO HARD to get into dax and it's just not working

out of the 3 dax episodes we've had so far this one included two of them have been mid and one of them was just slightly better than average mostly for the questions it prompted in my mind palace, not necessarily the questions asked by the episode itself

in s1 dax had basically no personality, but in s2 when she does have a personality it seems to be a different one every time. like in one episode she was very prissy and in others she's just one of the guys! and then at other times she reverts to this very buttoned up bordering on bland science officer from s1 again

and then every once in awhile she'll be like oh yeah i LOVE sex i LOVE being a super hot woman who everyone wants to FUCK!!! i can get whatever i want with my SEX APPEAL even though my hair is WEIRDLY SHAPED. and look i am so happy for her and she should literally get some but it borders on the kind of misogyny that starts genuinely annoying me. it is kind of like that anime trope where the teen boy gets put into a body with tits and he can't stop messing with them. its like. idk reducing her to a body, or reducing her to jadzia's body, which dax is taking for a ride to feel hot and fuckable?? it's very blurry what's jadzia and what's dax

WHICH is the most fascinating part of dax, which is where the trill ends and the symbiant or however you spell it begins, but we don't get into that quite as much as i'd like

anyway i guess a shifting personality is a natural result of living 7 lifetimes but it doesnt FEEL like thats why theyre doing it, it FEELS like they just cant seem to keep her consistent

that said. while i did not like this episode or this little guy dax was showing around i DID like the implication that curzon was actually a huge fucking asshole. i love that he can be loved by many people but was still an asshole. it's complex. and now one of the people he abused (?) or at least was an asshole to is now. his successor. IT'S COMPLEX!!! what are he and jadzia to each other...imagine meeting curzon dax and then just becoming him. that's wild. so, points for that! genuinely. it just feels like the trill thing is fascinating because of trills and not because of jadzia dax in particular. i'm gonna keep trying to like her. maybe once she starts banging worf things will be different

eye of the beholder (tng):

ohhhh i hated this one so much (suicide cw for this one lol)

firstly, i don't trust tng to handle the subject of suicide any more than i trust them to handle multiple personalities, but they tried to very special episode it anyway. all of them were so shocked at the very THOUGHT of it i guess because they eliminated all mental illness in tos?? but it was so funny in the rage-inducing way like "maybe he needed to think of the obstacles in his life as challenges to overcome!" come on.

also lmao picard like ive never had to report a suicide before...........girl you have literally told 2 people to kill themselves

and then they dropped the very special episode plot halfway through for this psychic mystery...

here's the thing. if everyone had been searching for a REASON someone who seemed to be perfectly happy would do this, and in the end the answer was just "nothing was going on, he was just hiding a lot of pain, even if we don't want to believe that" that would have been a STELLAR gutpunch. but there literally was foul play involved

AND NOT ONLY THAT! BUT THEY FAKED ME OUT WITH WORF E DEANNA

my ONLY consolation was that they were finally kissing and then later fucking but NO!!!! all a dream

i was already conflicted because deanna e worf means a temporary breakup from deanna e riker but i wanted it anyway and i was so happy when they gave it to me and then they KILLED IT? maybe the actors hated it because it fucking sucked

like, no wonder everybody let deanna walk around unsupervised when there was a high suicide danger. she was dreaming. no one in real life would ever allow this

i wish also that creepy men would stop coming to deanna's quarters to be creepy to her

final note: was told the creepy man was in spn. clocked him as alistair almost immediately. faceblind WHO

TOMORROW: ds9's "prophet and loss" and tng's "genesis" (dread).

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb #tng lb

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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when i get where i’m going (jake “hangman” seresin)

a/n: i’ve enjoyed writing this mini-series. make sure to read the original and the follow-up prequel before reading this.

inspired by “when i get where i’m going” by brad paisley and dolly parton

summary: a career change and unexpected life event brings you and your brother Tyler to San Diego. and unfortunately, back into the orbit of Jake Seresin. a devastating loss could change the tide of your life and your relationship with him.

memory i don’t mess with | break up in a small town

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: minor character death, brief reference to death from a terminal illness, yes two people die what else do you expect from me, swearing, i still don’t know how the military works sue me, Iceman is in fact actually alive and healthy because I said so, i’m terrible at writing grief so i just Don’t, Hangman is very much “I hate everyone but you and your little brother” in this fic and i’m not changing it, medical inaccuracies

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You sighed as you sat down next to your brother Tyler on the couch. The house felt quiet, but the two of you knew why. It’d only been a week since your Mom passed, but the two of you have been dealing with your grief better than expected. You’ve long prepared yourself for what was going to happen, ever since she got sick when you were 16, not long after your Dad died. It’d been a miracle she’d held on as long as she had and even more so of a miracle was that the periods where she’d been good had been as great and long-lasting as they were. You were blessed to have had the time you did with her and you were glad she was no longer in pain. You reached out for your brother’s hand, squeezing it. “There’s some place better.” You whispered. He squeezed your hand back, sighing.

“I know.” He whispered and you pulled him into a hug. “By the way, I got my basic orders today.” Tyler mumbled. He had decided to enlist in the Navy not long before your Mom had passed. “Guess where?” He said, a small smirk forming on his face. You raised your eyebrow.

“Don’t tell me...”

“Miramar baby!” He exclaimed and you groaned. “I’ve already called Jake to tell him. He’s taking me out for a beer when I land.”

“I fucking hate you.” You said, shaking your head with laughter as you took a sip of your beer. Your brother liked Jake too much, probably always would. The two had been as close as brothers when you’d dated him and the break-up had ripped Jake out of his life so quickly. You couldn’t hate your little brother for wanting at least some semblance of that back. Tyler laughed openly. “But on that note, I heard back from the people at the USS Midway today.” As things had turned dire with your Mom not long after your run-in with Jake at the farmers’ market, you and your brother had prepared yourselves for life after Mom. Part of that included looking for new jobs. You’d only been able to go to college within the last 5 years or so, with Tyler finally being older and you’d finished your grad program the same time Tyler did his undergrad. A new job and a fresh start only made sense, which is how you found yourself applying for a job in San Diego on a whim. It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking of Jake after seeing him at the farmers market that day. Your brother nudged you.

“Hey that’s great, did they offer you the job?”

“That and then some. They offered me double the pay of what I originally applied for and a higher position. Apparently my application stood out because of my experience.”

“So...” Tyler prompted, waving his hand. Of course he knew there was more, there always was.

“So I have a proposition for you.” He nodded, urging you to continue. “I take the job. You have basic there. We sell the house, Uncle is already taking over the business. After basic...” You said, sighing. That’s where your plan always stopped.

“I ask to be stationed at the base in San Diego. I intend to make my way to TOPGUN eventually anyways so.” Your brother stated with such confidence you felt like it was actually Jake you were having this conversation with.

“We moving to San Diego together?”

“Sounds like it.” The two of you clinked beers and settled in, ready to discuss and dissect the next phase of your lives.

Jake watched the young boy saunter into the Hard Deck. He still had a hard time believing that this kid was still the same that he had babysit all those years ago. Played football with, hiked with, and even taught how to swim in the lake during summers. Tyler spotted Jake’s tall frame where he was playing pool with his team and Jake waved, a bright smile on his face. Tyler made his way over, going straight for the hug. Jake adored this kid, hugs included. “Tyler man, it’s great to see you!” He said, chuckling.

“Likewise, Seresin.” Tyler said, smile just as bright. Jake introduced him to the crew and then offered to get him a beer. Tyler nodded and Jake offered to buy the next round for the whole crew.

“What’s your story kid, if Hangman here’s being so nice to us?” Fanboy asked, leaning on his pool cue. Tyler laughed.

“My sister was his high school sweetheart.” Hangman did not miss the way Phoenix choked slightly on her beer.

“You, keep a girlfriend?” Rooster chuckled.

“I invited her by the way. My sister.” Tyler said, turning slightly. “She’s wonderful, you’ll all love her.” He said, turning back to the group. “She’s running late, they don’t close until 5 and I know her boss wanted to go over how her first day went. She might ghost me though, she’s being weird about being around you.” Tyler said, this time in direction to Jake. The irony of the situation, of Tyler being here, was not lost on Jake, but he intended to make the most of it. Ever since he saw you that day at the farmers market, he couldn’t get you out of his head. He was still as in love with you as he was the day the two of you broke up. Jake collected the beers from Penny, the bar being fairly quiet. He wished it had been noisy so he could’ve avoided Tyler’s next question. “Why’d the two of you break up anyways?” Jake sighed, passing the beers out to the group.

“Tyler, man. You gotta hit me with the hard questions so soon?” Tyler shrugged, taking the pool cue from Payback.

“My goal for basic is to get the two of you back together. I need to know what I’m working with.” Jake exhaled, trying to not let this kid down. For being an adult, he’s not sure he’d ever stop seeing him as a kid the same way you’d never not see Tyler as your baby brother.

“Tyler, your sister moved on pretty quickly after we broke up. I doubt that after all this time she’s even thinking about the possibility of us getting back together.” Tyler raised an eyebrow.

“That kid? Nah, they didn’t date. He certainly wanted to, and told everyone they were, but they didn’t. She flipped her shit when she found out what he’d been telling everyone, poured a beer on his head in front of all their friends apparently.” Jake was taken aback. He didn’t know that. He’d assumed- “The two of you are meant for each other and we all know it.” Jake gaped at the boy as he made a shot that effectively shut Rooster out from the rest of the game, unphased. Phoenix raised her eyebrows as the boys began to cheer, or groan, depending on who they were rooting for. Jake sighed.

“Tyler, I love and care about your sister. Always will. I love you kid, you’re like my brother and you can call me for whatever you need, whenever you need it, no matter what. But some people just aren’t meant to be together. Your sister and I are some of those people.” Tyler raised an eyebrow, clearly taking that as a challenge.

“We’ll see.”

You had, in fact, decided to join the crew for a drink, Jake noted as he emerged from the bathroom. The business in the bar had picked up a bit as he made his way back to the pool table. You were sandwiched in between Phoenix and Bob, Rooster leaning against his pool cue (much to the obvious annoyance of Coyote, who was trying to play against Rooster) as the four of you had an active conversation. You looked happy and that was all Jake could hope for. Tyler had filled him in and he couldn’t image the kind of stress you were under, trying to sell your house back home, your brother starting basic the next day, a new job, a move across the country, all on top of the fact that you were dealing with the loss of your Mom. Jake hadn’t been able to go to the funeral, on a mission that week, and he regretted flying it as soon as he landed. He should’ve been there for you. Of course, that wasn’t really his place anymore, was it? He appeared next to Fanboy, who was listening to Tyler tell a story about the time Jake had gone swimming and came out of the water only to discover leeches on him. He cringed. It hadn’t been fun at the time and while everyone else had come to laugh about it, Jake still hated the idea of being anywhere near that specific lake again. “Surprised you remember that, kid. You were like... six.” Hangman laughed, raising his beer to his lips.

“How long did the two of you date?” Bob asked, heading swinging between him and you.

“Mmm,” you said, lips pursed in thought. “Four years? Yeah, just about ‘cause Jake asked me to homecoming freshman year and we started dating homecoming night.”

“So I want to go back to the question Tyler asked earlier about why the two of you broke up.” Rooster asked, leaning on the pool table. You visibly hesitated and Jake took another swig of beer. He decided in that moment that he was not about to out you to his friends, or your brother for that matter, about the decision you had made.

“Mutual decision.” Lie. “Our lives were going in separate directions.” Less of a lie. “Only love though, baby.” Truth.

Tyler quickly became part of the crew as he tagged along to nights out when he could, you in tow because Jake knew you and he knew you weren't going to pass up any minute you could spend with your brother while he was still around. You seemed to be handling the Navy thing surprisingly well, right up until Tyler had gotten his advanced training orders. He would be at the base in San Diego, still uncertain for how long, but Jake suspected this made it more real as to what was happening. It wasn’t until a night when Maverick had dragged Admiral Kazansky out to the Hard Deck with him that you’d changed your tune. Hangman doubted you’d ever be fully pro-your brother being in the Navy and at risk of dying but whatever Kazansky had said had calmed you down. You were forming a closer friendship his crew, especially Rooster and Phoenix, and Jake knew that had to be helping. And while you were certainly aware of Tyler’s blatant attempts at getting the two of you back together, you were warming up to Jake, letting him back into your life piece by piece. Jake wasn’t sure when his end goal became getting back together with you but Jake could work with slowly. It was a start.

Another six months later, and it was Tyler’s last night in town. He was leaving for deployment early in the morning and you seemed ready to jump out of your skin. When Tyler had joked that the next time he’d be back in San Diego, it would be to be part of the TOPGUN program (even though the timeline was almost impossible, although not improbable), you’d nearly wrung his neck right then and there, in front of Maverick and Admiral Kazansky and God and everyone. Jake had made the executive decision to send everyone home, particularly to get you away from your brother before you popped a vein from stress. The group quickly parted ways after that but Jake hung back as you said goodbye to your brother. He felt like an an intruder but he also felt like he should say goodbye to the kid who was family to him too. Jake watched the way you clung tightly to him as he said goodbye and tried not to make it obvious he was watching. The two of you eventually parted and Tyler made his way to Jake. Jake wrapped him in a hug before Tyler ever fully reached him. “If I don’t come back-” Tyler whispered.

“Don’t say that.” Jake whispered sharply, grip on the boy tightening.

“If I don’t come back, take care of my sister please. She doesn’t have anyone else looking out for her.” Jake swallowed, eyes shutting briefly.

“Don’t ask me to do that. You’re going to be fine.”

“Please Jake. I need to know that if I go, she’s going to be okay. Please.”

“It’ll be okay bud. I’ll take care of her, no matter what. You’re gonna come home, I know it. Don’t make your sister bury someone else.”

“Same goes for you Seresin.”

“Love you kid.” Tyler squeezed Jake.

“Love you. Thanks for looking out for me all these years.” Jake nodded.

“See you in six and a half months.” Jake said as he tipped an imaginary cowboy hat, the Southern drawl making an appearance. Tyler laughed, turning towards his car.

“I love you Ty!” You shouted across the parking lot as you and Jake made the walk to your respective cars in the opposite direction.

“Love you too!” The boy had shouted and the two of you waved as he drove away. You sighed, kicking a rock on the ground as you came to a halt outside your car.

“I’m so worried about him Jake.” You muttered, rubbing your temple.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Jake offered, knowing there wasn’t much he could say to alleviate what you were going through. Suddenly, he was thankful (for the first time in his life) you’d made that decision all those years ago, unsure if he could’ve handled doing this every time he had left. It was a lot to watch the girl he loved go through this and the guilt he would’ve felt being the one to put you through it? Maybe it had been for the best.

“I wish you were going with him. I’d feel so much better if you were going with him, because at least then I know he’s got somebody to look after him.”

“Yeah, but I’m here to look after you.” You shrugged.

“I moved out here for him, Jake. I only took the job at the Midway because he was gonna be here. And I obviously knew it wasn’t gonna last forever but this feels different. This feels final and I can’t help but wonder what I’m doing out here if there’s no Tyler. I’m scared and confused and I just-” Jake pulled you into a hug, effectively cutting you off.

“You got me. You always got me. Phoenix adores you as does Bob. Rooster’s taken a liking to you and if you disappear don’t think Coyote won’t hunt you down at your place of work and drag you to Penny’s for a beer. Payback and Fanboy have personally been taking bets as to which one of them can get you up in a plane first. Maverick likes having you around because you entertain Kazansky and honestly that man probably sees you as an extension of our crew at this point. You got friends out here. You got a family. Tyler’s gonna be okay, but even if he isn’t, you’re gonna be okay too.” Jake said honestly. His friends adored you and Tyler hasn’t been the only one pushing for the two of you to get back together. Jake held out hope but he wasn’t pushing anything. The last year had been a lot for you and right now he was just grateful to have you in his life at all. You sighed against his chest. “Tell you what. You get news about Tyler, good or bad, you call me. Day or night, I want to know. I’ll be the first to know and I’ll be there no matter what, you understand?” You nodded. “Alright, go home, get some sleep. We can get breakfast in the morning if you want, I know you don’t go in until 1 tomorrow.” You nodded again, pulling away from Jake. He turned to walk back towards his car but you called out his name. He turned to face you, hands in his pocket.

“Thank you. For everything.”

Jake immediately knew something was wrong the minute he entered the Hard Deck. You were standing next to Rooster and Maverick, your eyes wild, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. You looked ready to bolt the minute someone said something to you and Jake knew. He just knew. He called out for you and you turned, eyes widening as you saw him. He felt Phoenix’s presence behind him as he made his way towards you, and as he saw Rooster’s panicked face, Jake’s heart sunk. Any doubts he had about what was happening were gone. It hadn’t even been two weeks since Tyler had left for deployment...

He paused in front of you, concern evident. He reached out to touch you but in your panicked state he wasn’t sure that was the smartest idea. You gripped the counter of the bar tightly as you looked up into his eyes. “The Navy called.” You whispered. “He’s- Jake- Tyler’s dead.” Jake felt his world spinning as you said it, finding his balance on the bar. The kid who thought he was invincible, gone, just like that? “My baby brother’s dead.” You said, dam breaking and Jake’s arms shot out for you as your body crumpled. You clutched at his shirt, still slightly damp from his shower after training today. He pulled you close, unable to bring himself to offer any sort of comfort. What could he say?

What happened next was a blur and honestly, he’s not entirely sure how you wound up in Phoenix’s apartment but he was grateful nonetheless. You were sitting on the couch with your head in your hands and Coyote was crouched in front of you, talking to you softly. He got up, knowing you were in good hands. He needs to call his sister, he thought. They need to know what’s happening. His family had looked out for you and Tyler long after your relationship ended, even if they didn’t know he knew that. He wandered into the kitchen, already hearing the dial tone before he noticed Phoenix and Bob. Their conversation paused and he leaned up against the counter. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Hello?” Came the voice of his sister Sascha.

“Sasch, I need you to do me a favor.”

“K, what’s up?”

“Call Mom. Tell her (Y/N) is gonna be coming out there, probably no later than tomorrow night. Depends on when we can get her a flight. I might be coming too but she needs somewhere to stay and I’d prefer to not put her in a hotel by herself right now.”

“Jake, what’s happening?”

“I’ll explain later.”

“Well, quite frankly, I don’t want to do anything for either of you unless you’re telling me you’re getting back together.” Jake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sasch-” He noted Rooster’s presence in the kitchen, gesturing for him to come out to the living room. He could hear Maverick’s voice, talking to you. He held up a finger, needing to get his sister on board.

“You are soulmates and you know it.”

“Sasch, this really isn’t the time to be-”

“You know Jake, there really isn’t a good time to get back together with your ex-girlfriend but really, the two of you breaking up was a mistake and you know that.”

“Sascha.” He said firmly, losing his patience.

“Listen Jake, I love you but-”

“Sascha, Tyler’s dead.” He winced at the bluntness but she would’ve kept going and that was not the point of the conversation. There was dead silence for a few minutes and Jake got worried. “Sasch?”

“Yeah, I’m here Jake. I’ll- I’ll call Mom, see what we can do. Should I reach out to (Y/N)?”

“No, no don’t let her know you know just yet. I’ll text you and let you know when I have more details. I gotta go make sure she’s okay.”

“Okay. Go take care of your girl Jake.”

“Love you Sasch.”

“Love you too Jake.” He sighed, ending the call and pulling the phone away from his ear. He made his way back to the living room, where Phoenix and Bob had joined. Maverick was here apparently too. He leaned up against the wall as Maverick asked if you wanted him to call anyone for you. You shook your head.

“Don’t have any family left. He was it.” You muttered and then looked up to him. “Where’d you go?”

“Called my sister.”

“Why?” You asked incredulously.

“Because you’re going back home and you’re staying with them. Don’t think I don’t know how much of a family they still are to you. You need to be with them right now.”

“You’re going with her.” Maverick spoke, self-assured as if the matter had been already settled. Jake startled from his position off the wall.

“Maverick-” He started but the man cut him off with the wave of his hand.

“It’s already been arranged. You need to be with her right now. The team will be here when you get back.” He gaped, unsure if he should thank Maverick or give him a hug. “The two of you leave tonight.” Maverick turned to Jake. “And no, you don’t get a say.” Maverick said, shoving the boarding passes into his chest. Jake clutched at the paper, mouth still wide open. The moment was ruined however, by Rooster.

“Close that mouth Bagman, you’ll catch flies.”

Hangman spotted his crew before you did. Bob had called him late the night before, stating that they had been able to make something work and that they were all going to be joining the two of you for the funeral. You’d pitched an absolute fit at the idea of having Tyler buried in a military cemetery in California and the Navy had lost that battle before it ever even started. So, the two of you were in your hometown for the funeral, and yes, even Maverick was coming. You didn’t know that yet though. He winked as he saw them come through the door, your attention still focused on his sister. His team was in their military uniforms, including him, and their team had rarely felt this cohesive. Phoenix wrapped you in a hug as everyone else crowded around and you looked over at her in surprise and shock. “What’re you doing here?” You asked, eyes flitting over the rest of the team.

“C’mon, you think we were gonna let you do this alone?” Coyote asked, opening his arms for a hug. You smiled and gave it to him.

“Never.” Rooster confirmed, pulling you from Coyote for his own equally tight hug. Jake’s mom wandered out from the hall.

“C’mon, it’s starting soon. Let’s go sit.” She said, ushering the group in. Jake watched you cautiously out of the corner of his eye as you pulled Phoenix down to sit next to you through the ceremony but honestly, for what the day was, you seemed to be... okay. His parents had taken over all of the planning, leaving you and Jake to your own devices for the last week. The two of you had gone riding on his ranch and out to the lake and to the bookstore and to the diner and all the places you used to. It felt normal and right, despite the reason you were both there. You were healing on your own time and while you’d grow around the grief, and it was hard right now, he knew bringing you home had been the best decision he could’ve made. He felt someone slip their hand into his and he looked down at your hands clasped together. He wasn’t sure you even realized you did it as his sister gave a speech. He squeezed it, pulling you closer as you started to cry. As the ceremony finished up and people began to file out for the celebration of life that was happening afterwards, you stayed to talk to his sister and team. Two of the pilots who’d served with your brother, Golden and Petals, had come out for the funeral, and you chatted with them as well. Maverick wandered over from his place in the back of the room, a quiet observer as he seemed to be in most things. He clasped your shoulder and you looked up at him, quickly standing.

“Captain.” You said, nodding your head and Jake didn’t miss the way Rooster nodded his head to everyone else, gesturing to give the two some space. Jake opted to hang back because he’d be damned if he left you right now. The two of you made small talk as the team filtered out but Jake remained planted. When Maverick noted everyone else was gone, he awkwardly cleared his throat.

“I know... I know you didn’t want any part of the military proceedings for the funeral, but I uh, I thought you should have this.” Maverick revealed a folded up flag and Jake’s breath caught in his throat. He knew what that flag symbolized and represented, what the honor meant for Tyler. He knew you knew it too from the way you stared at Maverick. Maverick held out the flag nervously, unsure if you would take it. You instead attacked Maverick in a tight hug. Maverick had taken Tyler on a few flights, given him a bit of an education and Maverick wouldn’t admit it, but you and your brother had become an extension of his team, integral parts. Maverick returned the hug, still clutching on to the flag. Jake quickly took it from him, so that Maverick could properly hug you. You finally pulled away from the older man, tears pricking at your eyes. You laughed lightly, wiping them away. Maverick excused himself quietly, leaving you and Jake alone in the funeral hall. You took his hand and rested your chin on his chest. Jake brought your intertwined hands to his mouth and gently kissed your knuckles.

“I don’t want to ruin the moment or the day,” He muttered, after a few moments of comfortable silence. “But we do need to talk at some point. About this, about us.” You nodded against his chest.

“I know.” There was another brief pause as you came up to clutch Jake’s uniform. “Jake, please don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.” He kissed the top of your head, arm now moving down to your waist to bring you close.

“Never baby.”

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur, with Jake never once leaving your side. He refused to leave you alone, and his team stayed close as well. While Jake had another week of leave to be with you, his team had to leave early tomorrow morning. They’d wound up back at his house after the celebration of life, Maverick in the kitchen talking to his parents as the team sat in the living room with him and his sister. You were sat on the floor going through old photos with his sister, Phoenix, Rooster and Bob, as he chatted to Fanboy Coyote, and Payback. Phoenix was giggling at a photo from freshman year homecoming while Bob and Rooster had some from Halloween of your junior year. Sascha was flipping through the baby photos, trying to find the infamous one of him when you breathed sharply and stood up, sitting next to him on the couch. Coyote paused as Jake’s attention shifted to you and the photo you were holding. He took it from you, a mix of emotions settling in his chest as he registered what it was.

There he was, tall as ever, with Tyler on his shoulders. Maybe a year or so before you’d broken up, at your Dad’s funeral. Despite Tyler being only 8 or 9 at the time, just having to bury his father, he was smiling as Jake looked up at him.

He felt his throat close with emotion as he recalled that day, that exact moment.

He’d held Tyler in his arms through the funeral, the boy getting to be just a little too lanky to be easy to hold but he’d wanted to be close to Jake and he was in no position to be denying what was practically his brother that. It was a bright and sunny day in their hometown, despite the fact that you’d just had to bury your father and as you stood talking to some family friends, he’d been talking to your Mom. Tyler, who’d been passed over to your Uncle after the ceremony, broke free, and raced over to him. He let out a small oof as the child collided with his legs and he looked down. He was crying and without hesitation, picked him up, and whispered “I know what will make you feel better bud.” He lifted him to his shoulders, holding him in place. He was suddenly thankful for all the conditioning Coach put them through as he bounced the kid around, still talking to your Mom as Tyler had laughed. You had smiled softly at them as you made your way over to them with his family. He had just barely heard Sascha’s words, ones he probably wasn’t meant to hear, before they decided to go back to his family’s ranch for the rest of the afternoon.

“I hope you marry him (Y/N), I really do.”

“What is it?” His Mom called from the doorway. He cleared his throat, trying to blink back the tears.

“It’s Ty and I, from the funeral.” He called, still looking at the picture.

“He loved you Jake, he really did. You were his brother and I’m sorry I ripped him out of your life.” You whispered and he shook his head, setting the picture down on the arm of the couch next to him. He grabbed your arm, pulling you into a hug as his Mom walked over to the couch to look at the photo herself.

“None of that matters now.” He whispered into your hair as your arms wrapped around him.

“I want you to have that photo. I mean, I guess, technically it’s already yours, but...” He chuckled, pulling away.

“No, I- thank you.”

It was the last night at home and the two of you were sat on his porch swing, sipping beers as you recounted what the two of you had been up to in the years since you’d been apart. He knew that the two of you needed to have a conversation about where things stood between the two of you but you were still grieving so he didn’t bring it up. You’d come to him when you were ready, he trusted you to do that. As the two of you looked out onto the night, the conversation lulled, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. You were settled into his side and his arm was wrapped around you. You shifted and he looked down at you. You were looking at him with such sincere honesty he felt his mouth go dry. “Jake, I’m-” He shook his head but you kept going. “I’m sorry for making that decision so many years ago and I- I still love you. I’ve never stopped. You were the best part of me and letting you go- I was a fool. And I’ve- I’ve regretted it everyday. And-” As you asked, you had slowly shifted upwards, and he realized you were going to try to kiss him. He grabbed up my your arms, setting you back down on the swing gently.

“(Y/N), no.” A flash of hurt crossed your face and he willed himself to keep going. “(Y/N), you’re hurting right now. Your brother just died. And I’m not going to take advantage of you like this.”

“Jake, I don’t-”

“It wouldn’t be fair to you or me. Because the truth is, I never stopped loving you either, but emotions are running high right now, for the both of us, and it just- it isn’t a good idea.” He sighs, letting go of you. Jake loved you, but you were hurting right now and he didn’t want to get hurt because you’d only wanted him as you grieved or hurt you because he took advantage of your grief to get the girl back. He wouldn’t do that. The two of you were going to do this right.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” You whispered, pointedly not meeting his eye.

“(Y/N), trust me. I want to, but you need time. We can talk about this in a few months when things have settled. I’m not going to go anywhere, but now’s not the time.” If Rooster and Phoenix could see him now, they’d never believe the things he was saying but he didn’t want to mess this up. You were the only girl he wanted, the only girl he’d ever loved, and he wasn’t going to do anything that would cost him you ever again.

It’d been 8 months since Tyler’s funeral and the two of you were sitting in the back of his truck, eating In’N’Out and looking out at the beach and the stars. You’d settled into California life nicely, making a group of friends of your own, and although you still made your way to the Hard Deck with him at least once a week, your life was busy. The first few months had been rough but you were resilient, and continued to grow around your grief. He knew you missed Tyler, but he knew Tyler wanted you to be happy, and you were doing your best to make him proud everyday. He watched as you laughed, so carefree, and he smiled fondly, glad you were so happy. Your laughter faded as you eyed him. “What’s on your mind Seresin?” You asked, scooting closer to him. His hand, came up to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“I love you.” He whispered and your breathing stuttered. “I- I want to try again, if you think you’re ready.”

“Jake, I-” You whispered.

“Only if you want to.” He whispered, one of his hands finding yours. “You’ll keep me either way, but I needed to be honest.”

“Of course I want to try again Seresin, I told you when Ty died that I never stopped loving you.” He smiled softly.

“Great, then now I can do this again without feeling guilty.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was short, just to test the waters, but you brought a hand up to rest at the nape of his neck, not letting him go far. “I’ve missed doing that.” He whispered and you smiled against his cheek.

“Yeah, me too.”

“You know, your brother is definitely screaming that it took us long enough.” He whispers, chuckling. You snort.

“Way to ruin the moment.” He scoffed in protest.

“What, like I’m wrong?”

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a-lonely-dunedain · 7 months

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if you want an additional Situation, id be curious about ethedis with #2 :D

ok well. idk why my brain decided these go together but it turned out Very Mean oops. sorry it took so long my brain just, was Not letting me write descriptions. or dialogue. also idk why this is in 2nd person but that's just what it started as and I guess we're committed now *shrug*

#2: time loop (creative liberties taken) #6: reverse amnesia (no one can remember the character)

“Sorry, Corunir, was it? I think I’m a little lost-” Ethedis sets down her cup on the coffee table between the two of you, looking at you intently. There is the sound of rain pattering outside. You search her eyes for the faintest hint of recognition -futile, you know- but still she looks at you like a total stranger. Courteous, curious, but distant. “Can you explain it one more time?” You know it won’t do any good, but you start anyway.

“I’m afflicted by a curse. You’re not going to remember this conversation, you will not remember my face, my voice, or anything I’ve ever done. Sometime between now and dawn, you and everyone else I’ve met today will forget. And the same thing will happen tomorrow.” You managed to keep your voice level explaining it this time. You’ve had practice now.

“I was a part of Golodir's Company, then the Grey Company, and then the Conquest of Gorgoroth. I became like this after retrieving some kind of cursed artifact from Mordor. I did not realize how dangerous it was at the time. Evidently the curse had a delayed reaction, as it only took effect after I had turned it over to the Houses of Lore for study and safekeeping.”

“I see…” You remain silent and let her process your admittedly hard to believe story. She always takes it better than most you encounter, no accusations of madness or ill intent at least.

When your brothers see someone they don’t recognize wearing one of their stars, they tend to assume the worst, that it was stolen by an imposter trying to infiltrate their ranks or something of that nature. You of course don’t blame them for it, it’s an understandable reaction. There are so few of you left now, of course a stranger in one of their uniforms would be cause for alarm, but you cannot deny how much it hurts.

So you keep your star hidden when you speak to those of them still in the city. Sometimes you still try to explain your plight, sometimes they actually believe you, but always they forget by the next dawn.

You find it hurts less to keep your distance from them. The mistrustful look in their eyes typically reserved for strangers is almost too much to bear.

But Ethedis has always been a little more trusting. Ok a lot more trusting, to an almost worrying degree, but at least it means you have someone to talk to. Coming here to see her has probably been the only thing keeping you sane these last few weeks, she’s one of the few people you find easy to talk to in your current predicament.

The second time you came to her, you just broke. Realizing she truly remembered nothing about you, and the hopelessness of your situation truly starting to set in, is a pain you almost wished you could forget.

But instead of doing the reasonable thing and demanding that the sobbing madman leave her room at once, she actually attempted to comfort you. A little clumsily perhaps, but the fact that she tried at all was enough to hold you together.

Maybe some part of her could see you were telling the truth, despite how strange it was. Some elves have the power to see into people’s hearts, and though Ethedis never believed she possessed such an ability, you have your own suspicions. She’s always finding new ways to surprise you.

She rummages around her belongings for a sheet of paper and something to write with. You don’t bother telling her it’s pointless. Come morning those papers she’s hastily scribbling down your story on will be blank once again, but you don’t stop her, there’s no reason to keep her from trying.

“So, this relic then,” she says without looking up from the paper “I assume you’ve already tried simply breaking it, and that clearly didn’t work.”

“Yes, the enchantment upon it protected it from any harm I was capable of.”

“I wonder if there’s something I could do to it… maybe tomorrow, after I’ve read over these notes, I could try-”

“I do not mean to sound rude in saying this, but I know that will not work.” You say gently, “You have tried that before, and many other things.”

She’s attempted to unravel the enchantment a few times now, but truthfully you don’t want her anywhere near it. Not until you’ve exhausted all other options. The risk of her becoming cursed herself may be small, but it is far too great for you to bear.

You think it might have been your proximity to the relic over such a long period of time that caused you to become like this, as it was on your person all the way from Mordor to Minas Tirith. But you still think it’s too risky for anyone to get near it, even for a short amount of time. Especially Ethedis. You cannot let her fall to this fate. You cannot let her be forgotten.

The scholars in the Houses of Lore at least seem to understand that whatever enchantment is on the relic is dangerous, so it is locked away far from anyone. Ethedis had to pull a great many strings for you to be allowed near it, until you learned who you needed to talk to and exactly what to say to be let in by yourself.

“And, besides that, I guess I should tell you those notes will not be there for you to read tomorrow.”

“Ah.” her pencil stops “I take it the words will vanish as well as my memories?”

you nod solemnly. “Anything written by or about me, I’m afraid. Truthfully, I did not come here to try to work out a solution. Not tonight.”

“Don’t tell me you're giving up, are you?” She asks sharply. Ah, there’s that stubborn hope you remember.

“No, not yet.” you sigh “But I am tired. Tired of all the dead ends. Right now, I just wanted to talk to you, hear your voice.”

“I suppose it would get rather lonely.”

You nod sadly. ‘Lonely’ seems a bit of a tame way to describe what you became after losing all your friends overnight, but it gets the point across.

“So, how did I know you?”

“In Angmar. You were there at my lowest point, when my spirit was broken by the Watchers, you gave me hope and light I thought were long beyond my reach. I have tried to be the same for you, in our battles with the Iron Crown, through the journey south, but… it seems I have once again fallen into my original role.”

She gives a thoughtful hum and glances out the window, between the storm and the darkness of night it is pitch black out there, but Ethedis still seems to be looking at something. “...Now that you mention it, it seems a bit unbelievable that I could have done all those things alone. I had not thought much about it, but it makes much more sense if I had a strong Ranger like you there with me.”

Your face gets a little flush “I think you give me a little too much credit, it was still mostly you-”

“Nonsense! I mean, Barad Gularan? Bogbereth? All those fights with Mordirith? They hardly seem like tasks for a lone elf, I must have had someone with me, and that must have been you.”

She looks back to you, her bright demeanor dimmed ever so slightly “I wish I remembered… You and I must have been close.”

“We were. Something other than friends, we loved each other, but we were not lovers, at least, not in the traditional sense. We didn’t really care what we called it, we were just… very important to each other.” It doesn’t feel right to refer to your relationship in the past-tense, you don’t want to think of it as being ‘over’, you still love her. But, you are a stranger to her now, present-tense would be inappropriate.

She looks at you piercingly, her bright green eyes seeming to search for something in you. Then her expression softens, something like pity almost.

“...do you need a hug?”

You’re a little taken aback, she hasn’t asked that before. “I… wasn’t going to ask… I am a stranger to you after all, but if you’re offering-” you try to swallow a lump in your throat, and you cannot look her in the eyes “Yes. I need one.”

She walks over and sits next to you, then pulls you close. Tighter than you had expected, not how you think she would embrace a total stranger such as yourself.

You hadn’t noticed how cold you were until you felt the warmth of her arms. Ice has seeped into your very bones, and you do not want to let her go. It feels like it’s been years since you felt her embrace. The loneliness and the fear and the hopelessness all claw their way to the surface of your heart, desperate to be laid bare before her. You fight with everything you have not to sob into her shoulder.

You don’t want to let go, but you know you must. Your time here runs short.

As you pull away you hastily wipe away some stray tears that had fallen unbidden from your eyes.

“You will find some way to break this curse.” she states, her eyes not filled with hope, but with certainly.

“If anyone else had said that I would think they were lying to be kind. Not you, though. I believe you.” She always has plenty of certainty to spare when you find yourself without any. There was a time when you might have thought it was mere naivety, but you know better now.

But you’ve been here too long now. It’s late, she might forget about you at any moment.

“I should be going now.” you say reluctantly “The curse will take effect soon I think, and I doubt you will be happy to find me in your room when that happens.”

As you walk through the door, a chill suddenly runs all the way through you, your blood turns to ice and your breath freezes in your lungs, now a puff of visible vapor before you.

It’s happening again. You mistimed this visit, you had hoped to leave before this. You don’t want to turn around, you hate watching people forget, but you turn anyway.

Ethedis sits with the blank papers in front of her, seeming a little confused. She shakes her head as if to dispel some fog in her mind.

“...What on earth was I-” She looks up at you, the stranger in her doorway, and jumps to her feet in alarm.

“Um, hello? What are- what you are doing here?”

“Oh, sorry to disturb you, I just got a little lost.” You can’t hide the sadness in your gaze, and that probably only confuses her more.

“Wait, you…” she looks you up and down, then tilts her head “You look like a Ranger, but I have not seen you before… Who are you?”

You shrug “I should be going now.” and quickly make your exit.

She probably thinks she’s seen a ghost. You guess that isn’t too far off from the truth.

—

Eventually morning comes again. You walk through the streets of the lower circles, blending into the crowds like a ghost.

You’re not really sure what you’re doing down here, but you find it’s easier to think when you’re walking, so here you are.

You’ve been going around in circles in your head, no closer to any possible solution. Gandalf might have the power to undo this curse, but he is far away aiding the Conquest. You doubt he would be able to fix this without the relic on hand, and removing it from the Houses of Lore only risks exposing more people to the curse, so you wouldn’t dare try stealing it unless you had no other choice. If only you could send a message to him, but nothing you try to write ever leaves a trace. You could get Ethedis to write something to him again, but you’re starting to think anything written in your presence is doomed to vanish, as the last letter she wrote mentioned nothing about you or the curse, but it was still blank the next day.

But something more alarming has come to your attention, too. It’s hard to gauge, but you think people are starting to forget about you faster than before. You feel chilled at odd hours of the day, and sometimes people cannot seem to look directly at you or hear your voice, almost as if you aren’t wholly there to them. You might not have time to wait for Gandalf. Could this curse even have the power to fully erase someone? You hope not, you hope you’re just imagining it, and you pray you never have to find out.

You wish you had never retrieved the damn thing. You don’t know what could have possibly possessed you to go to Mordor alone, not while Ethedis had not fully recovered from her injuries. You would have hated to leave her like that. You recall it made perfect sense at the time, it seemed important.

Another new worry has been clawing in the back of your mind. Perhaps you didn’t go to Mordor alone, and perhaps you were not the only one forgotten. Your actions do not make much sense otherwise-

In your distraction, you plowed headfirst into someone on the street. A young man with a distinctive red scarf and fiery hair to match. You do not know him.

He looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. You try to ask if he’s alright, but before you can say anything he quickly mutters an apology and slips out of sight into a nearby alleyway.

You think you should ignore him and focus on the task at hand, but, there was something else…

When you touched him, you felt that same chill as before, when the curse takes effect every night. Smaller perhaps, but unmistakable. You still feel cold, you can see your breath.

The man with the scarf has some connection to it, and you need to get to the bottom of it.

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(surprise! I found a way to be mean to Tossdir in this too! I am only a little sorry >:) you thought I just forgot to mention him earlier? nooo, but everyone else did! I have some vague ideas for where to go with this one actually. maybe I'll do a continuation if people are interested idk. this doesn't feel like my finest work but hey practice is practice and I think the concept is neat)

#ty for the ask!#aaaufhg this was Not Coming Together for the longest time #just had to slap myself in the face and say 'it doesn't have to be perfect it just had to be done' a few times lol #metaphorically of course #lotro fic #ask games #corunir #lotro oc #Ethedis #Tossdir

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